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“What do you want, Ria?”
“I want all of you.”
“Then all of me is exactly what you’ll have,” he promised her.
His lips moved to hers again, took them fiercely, and she felt the wildness inside him as he gave it rein. He nipped at her lips, then pumped his tongue into her mouth as he lifted her against him, turned and bore her to the couch.
Her back met the cushions as he came over her, his lips still on hers, allowing her room to twist beneath him, to arch against the knee that pressed between her thighs.
“Take it off.” She tore her lips from his, tugging at his shirt.
He gripped the hem and jerked it off. Then he gripped the front of her blouse and ripped it from her.
“Damn pretty shirt.” He was staring at what he had revealed, not at what he had ripped. “Damn.” He ran the backs of his fingers over the curve of flesh that rose above her lacy bra. “I knew I could see the hint of your nipples under that damned fabric, and now I know why.”
Because her bra was so sheer the tight peaks were nearly pressing through the lace.
Ria tried to calm her breathing, but nothing could calm it. She needed his kiss again, she needed more of him. She lifted her back, arching, displaying her breasts and praying he would give in to his hunger for them.
And he did. His head lowered, his lips covering one achingly sensitive peak and drawing it into his mouth.
Ria was in ecstasy. Pleasure was rising inside her like a tidal wave sweeping through her fears. Tomorrow. She would worry about the complications tomorrow. Right now, tonight, he was hers. She had had more of him now than any man she had ever been with in the past. What did it matter if he wasn’t mating her? If he wasn’t keeping her? She didn’t want to be kept anyway, did she?
A part of her ached at the question, but it was fiercely reined in by the sensation washing over her flesh. The lash of his tongue against her nipple, even through the sheer lace of the bra, was destructive. The feel of his hands jerking her skirt up her legs, baring her to him as he pulled back to stare at his handiwork.
Her nipple was red and engorged. His lips covered its mate, sucked and licked and nipped as his hands roamed over her thighs and finally tore the panties from her hips.
Ria almost orgasmed. She had never had her panties ripped from her before. It was so sexual, so wicked she felt her juices flooding her vagina as her clit heated and throbbed with a desperate demand for his touch.
“Beautiful.” He leaned back, allowed his fingers to brush over the dark curls between her thighs. “So soft and warm. So wet.” The dampened curls clung to his fingers.
Ria watched at he touched her, then watched as she touched him. Her fingers pressing against his hard abs, feeling silky sun-kissed flesh, toughened skin and tight muscle.
His fingers parted the swollen flesh between her thighs as hers moved to his belt. She wanted him naked. She want to touch.
A cry fell from her lips. Her gaze jerked between her thighs where he was slowly, slowly burying two fingers inside her. Working them into her tightened channel, twisting them with sharp little movements of his wrist and wringing a whimper from her throat.
He grimaced, his lips pulling tight, the little snarl at the corner revealing a canine. Wild. Primal and wild, and he was making her wild. Her back arched and she drove herself on his fingers and cried out his name.
Long, broad fingers. Oh God, she would never be able to see a man’s fingers without thinking of Mercury’s. Without remembering this. The feel of him stroking inside her body, caressing her, sensitizing her until she was writhing against him, her hips churning as she fought for deeper, faster, harder.
“I’m going to taste you, Ria.” The growl in his voice did shivery things to her spine that spread out through her body and echoed with painful pleasure.
She shook her head, one hand falling from the belt of his jeans to grip his wrist, to hold him in place.
“Don’t stop,” she panted. “Please. Please don’t stop.”
He thrust his fingers inside her again, deeper, harder, stronger, and she held her breath, fighting for her orgasm as he stilled just as suddenly.
He ignored her protest as he moved down her body, sliding her hips to the edge of the couch as he knelt on the floor and lowered his head.
The first touch of his tongue against her clit froze her in place, the second had her hips jerking. The third and she was lost. His tongue rasped. The faintest bit of roughness, just enough to turn excitement to sheer brutal pleasure.
Her hands latched onto his hair and she lifted to him as she felt his fingers slide free of her.
His fingers retreated, and his tongue plunged deep. Her legs wrapped around his shoulders, her hips lifting as he fucked her with hard, penetrating strokes of his tongue and growled into her flesh.
His fingers curled beneath her rear, lifting her closer, and she felt the blunted tips of those clawlike nails digging into her flesh and jerked with a pleasure so extreme it felt as though her heart was going to burst from her chest.
