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“I can’t stop.” His eyes drifted closed, dark lashes lying on his cheeks for a moment before they opened again. “God help us both, Dawn. I can’t stop now.” And his head lowered.
The first swipe of his tongue through the drenched slit had her arching and crying out his name. The second teasing little lick had her hands in his hair, trying to hold him to her. After the third she lost her mind.
He settled between her thighs and slid his hands beneath her rear, clenching his fingers in the curves and lifting her to his mouth.
Lips, tongue, suckling kisses and desperate licking strokes had her writhing beneath his lips. This wasn’t pleasure. This was torture. It was agony and ecstasy all rolled into one and she didn’t want it to ever end. She would die if it ended. It was building in her womb, in her veins, it was whipping over her nerve endings, every one, every cell of her body, and sending them into a cataclysm of sensation.
She twisted beneath the teasing flicks of his tongue. She screamed when he plunged it inside the clenching depths of her pussy. When his lips surrounded her clit and suckled with deep, groaning pulls, she exploded.
Dawn had never orgasmed. She had never known this building, this desperate flight, this explosion that tore through the core of her body and flashed through her soul. It shook her, inside and out, had her muscles jerking, her torso lifting and her nails scouring his back as he held her there, his lips milking her, taking her places she had never imagined she would go.
Seth was burning. Not the burning he had known in the past. Not the burning he had known since her kiss. He was on fire. Flames were licking at his balls, semen seeped from the tip of his cock, and he swore the internal heat would melt him before he could get inside her.
It was the most exquisite, most painful pleasure he had known in his life.
Ten years. He had waited ten years for this. To feel her juices against his tongue, to bring her to climax with his mouth. To hear her screams in his ears and to feel her nails scratching his shoulders. And damn her, could she scratch. He arched into the little pain, growled against her pussy and licked again. And again. He consumed her release, the sweet taste of her pleasure, and when she dropped back to the bed, moaning at the slow echoes of renewed pleasure, he came to his knees and lifted her to him.
He wouldn’t move over her. He couldn’t take her like that. He couldn’t risk the memories in either of them. Instead, he pulled her over him as he lay back and stared into her dazed eyes.
“Ride me, Dawn,” he groaned, so desperate to feel her enveloping his cock that he was willing to beg. “Come on, sweetheart, take me inside you.”
He gripped her hips as she straddled his thighs, watched as her fingers, so delicate and graceful, gripped the shaft and led it to the fluttering entrance of her pussy.
He was on the point of praying. She had to hurry. She had to do this or he swore his heart was going to explode from the pleasure.
He had to grit his teeth as she ran the thick head between the pouting lips of her sex; then she tucked it at the opening and he stilled. He forced every muscle in his body to freeze as he watched her face, the intensity of her arousal, the dazed, desperate pleasure in her eyes and her flushed features.
“It’s not a dream,” she moaned as he felt her press against the thick head and begin to impale herself. “It’s not a dream.”
It wasn’t a dream. This time, he was here. Dawn stared down at him as he held her. If he didn’t hold her, she would melt against him like butter, flow over him and sink right into his pores. And she would always be a part of him. She could never lose him if she was as deep inside him as he would soon be inside her.
She felt the pinching tightness, watched his face as it twisted with pleasure, and knew, if it hurt, if somehow it hurt bad, it wouldn’t matter. To see this look on his face, she would give more than her body, she would give her life.
But it wasn’t pain. Not the pain that tears and rends. It was a pleasure-pain. Agony and ecstasy as she fought to breathe, following the movements of his hands, feeling her juices ease his way, saturating their flesh as she worked herself on the stiff stalk of flesh.
His cock throbbed. The heavy veins pounded against the inner walls of her pussy and caressed in another way. The thick head opened her, the shaft stroked her. Inch by inch she impaled herself on rapture and cried out with the beauty of it. The pleasure of it. The feeling of something finally coming together. Something, someone finally belonging to her.
By time the full length was lodged inside, they were both gasping for air. Sweat covered their bodies and the fire raging between them was burning them to cinders.
“Seth, help me!” Her fists clenched against his chest as the hard cry tore from her throat. “Please.” She clenched around him, felt the muscles of her vagina contract and more of her moisture ease between them. “I don’t know…” She arched, cried out. “I don’t know what to do.”
But he did. His hands pulled her to him, one cupped her head and drew her lips to his, and he began to move. She was screaming into his kiss, her tongue tangling with his, his thrusting into her mouth, mimicking the hard, desperate lunges between her thighs.
“Dawn, ah God—” He bit at her lips as his cock pushed inside her pussy, stretched her, caressed nerve endings so sensitive she swore each ecstatic thrust was going to destroy her.
She tore her lips from his and lowered them to his neck. She had to breathe. She had to. Because she could feel the burn building again, as it had when his lips suckled at her clit, but this time worse. She could feel it growing in her womb, building and spreading throughout her body.
She was coming apart. The pleasure was unraveling her soul and she didn’t know how to stop it. Her hips writhed as he fucked her. He fucked her hard, deep, each thrust gaining in momentum until she felt herself erupting into a cascade of flames.
She couldn’t scream this time. She couldn’t scream so she bit. Her teeth buried in his shoulder and she tightened to the point of breaking. Certain her body couldn’t maintain such pleasure, it couldn’t survive. She couldn’t survive.
But she did. Suddenly, bone and muscle melted into him, and the explosion that took her then was mindless. The ecstasy poured her into him even as he poured into her. Deep, heated spurts of semen pulsed inside her as the muscles of her
vagina clamped, rippled, sucked at the hard flesh and left him crying out her name as she finally collapsed against him.
CHAPTER 12
When Seth finally managed to pull his mind back into his body, he found his arms clenched around Dawn, holding her to him as she licked his shoulder lazily and he realized—A rough chuckle left his throat. “You bit me again.”
