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Her face seemed to transform. It softened, grew more sensual as her eyes slitted with seductive awareness.
“You really want to seduce me?” There was innocent wonder in her voice, a woman’s surprise and pleasure. A lover’s sensuality.
“More than I want to draw my next breath,” he revealed, and he knew it was the truth. Nothing mattered—not riches or fame, not breathing or living—other than seducing this woman.
He had lived his life, gone through each adventure, each trial and success, for one purpose. For this purpose. For this moment when everything he had was focused on pleasuring his woman.
He moved over her, watching as she reclined on the bed, alluring and naturally sensual, her leg bending, her knee rubbing against his hip as he braced his arms on the bed beside her and leaned in to taste paradise.
To taste her kiss.
Magic and flames, pure energy and electricity—that was Dawn’s kiss, and it sank into his soul with the force of a tidal wave. He tasted the mating hormone that flowed from the glands of her tongue and murmured his appreciation for the sweet spiciness. But it was her lips, the curl of her tongue against his, the feel of her hands, her nails sliding over his arms that entranced him.
He wanted to feel those sharp little nails on his shoulders, his back, digging in and raking him in her pleasure.
Seth pulled back from the kiss as he heard a moan whisper from her throat. He licked at her lips and let her chase his tongue with hers. He nibbled at the lower curve and felt her tongue rub against his upper lip. It was sexy and sensuous, wickedly seductive. It wasn’t the devouring, desperate greed of their past kisses. This was slow and sweet, his eyes locked with hers and that confused innocence filling her face. The rapt, absorbed pleasure, the uncertainty that he would complete it.
“Let me know,” he whispered against her perfect, passion-swollen lips. “Tell me, Dawn, if I frighten you.”
She frowned back at him. “Why would I be frightened?”
Why indeed.
He kissed the tip of her nose and felt her stretch beneath him, the inside of her thigh rubbing against his leg, her pebble-hard nipples burning his chest.
He could feel the need to bury himself inside her building in his balls, but stronger, moving deeper inside him was the need to simply love her. To give her the pleasure, the caresses, the building need and loving adoration he had always fantasized about.
Seth had never loved another woman. He had fucked them, he had played with them, but until now, until Dawn, he had never loved.
Dawn couldn’t believe the pleasure coursing through her senses as Seth kissed her nose, then moved his lips to her jaw, to the sensitive flesh of her neck.
The glands beneath her tongue had eased, the hormone that filled them now filling him instead. He had taken it, suckling it from her, using his lips, his tongue, the warmth of his mouth to take it all. To consume it, to leave her free of the torrential effects that came from having it fill her senses.
And still he touched her so gently. His lips moved over her neck as she panted for air; his hands bunched on the bed beside her, holding his weight above her as he pleasured her with his lips. Just his lips.
He sipped from her flesh, then from her nipples. He drew the tight, hard points into his mouth and ignored her desperate cry as he suckled them into the heated depths of his mouth.
“Seth. Oh, Seth. It’s so good.” It was a pleasure she
didn’t know if she could endure. She could feel each tug of his mouth as it sent echoing sensations to her clit. Her juices spilled from her vagina, gathered on the folds of her pussy and tormented her clit with the moisture.
She opened her eyes, staring at where his lips covered the tip of her breast and watched the perspiration as it ran in slow rivulets down the side of his face.
The heat. It was burning in him and she knew the destructive power of it. But he was slow, easy, licking at her nipple and groaning as her hands caressed his shoulders, his back.
“Ah yes, Dawn,” he rasped as his lips slid down the slope of her breast to her stomach. “Touch me, sweetheart. I dream of your touch. Your hands on my flesh. So soft, so sweet.”
His lips moved lower. Lower.
Dawn held her breath and watched, watched as he kissed and licked his way down her stomach. His tongue dipped into the indentation of her belly button, then went lower.
She held her breath, her thighs falling apart as his broad shoulders wedged between them and he hesitated. He hovered over the wet folds between her legs, his breathing harsh, heavy. A drop of sweat rolled down the side of his face, dripped to the sensitive mound, and she gasped.
His gaze jerked up.
Dawn watched as he licked his lips, lips swollen with need, his eyes nearly black with lust as his arms strained on the bed beside her.
“I’ve dreamed of this, Seth,” she moaned, dying to know the feeling, to experience his lips there. “You always stop. Right here. You always stop.”
