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"No longer want you, baby?" he whispered then. "Don't you know I've dreamed of you?
Heard your name whispered at my ear by the air that sustains us, and dreamed of your kiss. Sweet Harmony, I would die without you. "
His hands ran up her arms, gripping her hands and removing her fingers from his hair.
"I could use the cuffs again," he whispered wickedly, the erotic rasp of his voice sending shivers racing down her spine. "I could dry you slow and easy and take you to my bed, restrain you, leave you helpless against my touch. "
And he would use that helplessness. He would play it. He would drive her insane with her own pleasure.
The shower shut down, and moments later she was standing before him as he ran a thick, fluffy towel over her body.
"I don't need the cuffs. "
Lance paused as he knelt before her, a second later running the towel over one leg then the next.
"What do you need?" His voice was hoarse as he knelt before her, staring back at her.
"Tell me what you need to give yourself to me, Harmony. "
Her lips trembled as she felt the tears falling from her eyes once again.
"Hold me," she whispered. "Please, just hold me. " The clash of emotions inside her were destroying her. The cold places in her soul seemed icy, while the heat of Lance's body promised warmth and ease. She wanted to touch him; she needed to. As Lance laid her back in his big bed, rising over her, his lips taking hers, Harmony was helpless against the need to feel his flesh, his warmth. Her hands moved over his chest, his shoulders. She moaned at the fiery heat of his body and writhed against him, desperate to get closer.
With every drugging kiss, every stroke of his calloused hands over her flesh, Harmony felt another part of her soul surrender to him.
"You go to my head faster than liquor," he groaned as his lips trailed across her jaw, then to her neck. "And have I mentioned how much I love the feel of your skin?" Harmony jerked in response as he cupped a breast, gripping a tight nipple between his thumb and forefinger as he began to work it gently.
Flames shot from her nipple to her clit—a hard burst of heat that clenched her stomach and threatened to steal her breath.
"Like that, baby?" His lips moved to the tight point. "Let's see how much you like this. " His fingers moved as his mouth replaced them, drawing the elongated bud in as his hand trailed over her stomach.
Her legs parted for his questing fingers as her fingers tightened in his hair, holding his lips to her breast as she arched beneath him. She fought to breathe, to hold on to her senses just a little while longer, to enjoy each touch of his fingers, lips and tongue against her flesh.
She was wi
nning the war until his fingers parted the folds of her pussy and his thumb rasped around the throbbing bud of her clit.
"God yes," she moaned, opening her thighs farther. "Please. Please…" As his thumb tormented her, his fingers moved lower, sliding in the slick juices that had gathered on her bare flesh, until they pressed against the tender opening of her vagina. Sensation exploded around her; pleasure too close to ecstasy rocked through her being. She was no longer cold, she was burning. Flames licked from her pussy to her clit, clenched her womb and then sped through the rest of her body.
As his teeth tormented her nipple, his fingers played a torturous game of seduction between her thighs. She was panting, her hips arching as ragged cries tore from her throat.
A second later she felt his fingers enter her. Two, pressed closed together, drove into the aching, saturated depths of her pussy.
Harmony screamed out her pleasure as her knees bent and she fought for release.
"Not yet, baby," he growled, his lips moving from her breast to lick a path of fire along her belly. "First, I get to taste that sweet, soft pussy. Have I mentioned how hungry I've been for the taste of you?"
"I can't stand it. " She shook her head weakly, fighting to hold on to him as he gripped her hands and pressed them to the bed.
"Stay there. " He nipped at her abdomen. "Let me love you, Harmony. Let me taste every sweet inch of this perfect body. "
Harmony watched as Lance moved between her thighs, his hands pressing her knees farther apart as he stared back at her. Brilliant dark blue eyes gleamed with male lust as he licked his lips a second before his head lowered.
Flickering pinpoints of agonizing pleasure rushed through her as his tongue became an erotic whip. It lashed over her violently sensitive flesh, teased, prodded, licked and tasted every swollen inch of her pussy.
His fingers were demons. Inside the gripping depths of her vagina his fingers probed, the tips curling to reach a spot that had her hips arching from the bed and a strangled scream ripping from her throat.
Not that it did her any good. He continued to torment her, devouring her in a sensual feast that soon had her begging, crying for completion.
