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Her hands moved from his hair as his lips returned to her. His palms cupped the sides of her breasts, the pads of his thumbs raking over the tender tips of her nipples as his lips devoured hers once again. Slanting across hers, his tongue pressing between, possessing her mouth as the subtle sweet taste of honey tempted her senses with a promise of more of its sensual sweetness.
Lost in the rioting sensations rushing through her system, Mica was only barely aware of being lifted against him, the lightest twinge of discomfort in her ribs quickly forgotten as Navarro held her to him and took the few long strides to the opened door of her bedroom.
He broke the kiss as he set her on her feet. They were both panting. It was a good thing the need for air was natural, otherwise Mica didn’t know if she could have found the ability to remember how to breathe.
Her fingers were moving instinctively to the bare muscular expanse of his powerful chest. She could feel his heart beating, hard and insistent, almost as fast as her own. He wanted her. He wanted her, when as far as she could ever learn there had never been another woman within Haven that he had wanted, or that he had taken.
His fingers were at the snap of her jeans, releasing them, pushing them over her hips and helping her to remove them.
Mica was on the verge of moaning at the sheer carnal heat that flooded her body, and sent her juices flooding her pussy, as he knelt before her, his head at her lower stomach, his lips stroking across it as Mica stared down at him in dazed fascination.
She’d never felt, never experienced anything so incredibly sexy in her life. She’d never read anything this sexy. Never watched it. She hadn’t believed it could exist or that she would ever experience it.
“I didn’t fantasize about this,” she whispered breathlessly. “I didn’t know . . .” Her fingers landed on his shoulders, her nails biting into them as his lips parted and his teeth nipped her flesh sensually.
She couldn’t believe it was happening. It seemed that as long as she had known Cassie Sinclair, she had known Navarro Blaine, and for almost that long, she had been waiting breathlessly for this touch.
“Spread your legs, Mica.” His hand pressed between her thighs, pushing at the inner muscle of one as she trembled before him.
“I don’t know if I can stand up.” Her knees were weak, tremors of pleasure racing through her and stealing her strength.
“I’ll hold you up, baby.” His fingers brushed against the swollen, slick curves of her pussy as Mica heard the pleading, needy little groan torn from her own throat.
Spreading her legs, she watched, barely daring to breathe now as electric, burning sensation sizzled everywhere he touched her. Parting the saturated curls that covered her pussy, his fingers stroked through the narrow slit, caressing, stroking down, then up and around her swollen clit, before easing back to the entrance of her pussy once again. Once there, he rimmed the opening, pressing and rubbing against it firmly.
“I’m going to push my fingers inside you, Mica.” He teased at the opening as her gaze lifted to his, watching the black of his eyes as he stared back at her. “I want to fuck you with my fingers, baby. I need you ready. I need your snug little pussy so hungry that the pleasure borders pain, and taking me will be easier.”
Her hips tilted forward, the unashamed pleading in the act bringing a rumbling growl from him as his fingers began to ease inside her.
She wasn’t going to be able to stand. She couldn’t. She could feel her legs weakening, becoming rubbery as she fought to stand in place, to take as much pleasure as possible.
As each digit pushed slowly forward, the delicate inner muscles stretched and her juices spilled to his fingers, the pleasure stealing the strength from her body.
She was leaning heavily against him now, eyes closed, the whimpering cries tearing from her throat as her nails bit into his shoulders.
His fingers, the pads a bit calloused, the fingers lean and strong, forged inside her as his head bent, his tongue licking the tender flesh just above her mound.
His fingers pushed farther inside her, a deliberately dominative, quick thrust that filled her halfway and arched her back as a cry tore from her. His fingertips rubbed, caressed and set off a series of internal explosions of pleasure so intense she swore she would melt right there onto the floor.
Exquisite agony raced through her, tightening her pussy around his fingers, the muscles fluttering around them as convulsive orgasmic clenches overtook the snug inner muscles.
She could feel the moisture gathering and spreading in the narrow channel as he stroked his fingers inside, spreading her flesh, easing it, stretching it with slow, burning intensity.
Her hips writhed, thrusting against his fingers with slow, rolling movements, her breath panting from her chest.
“So sweet and tight.” His lips brushed against her lower stomach as he worked his fingers deeper inside her, scissoring them, stretching her with an exquisite, unbearable pleasure pain.
His tongue licked over her lower stomach before laying in a series of hard, hot kisses that moved steadily lower. His fingers worked inside her pussy, scissoring, thrusting, his wrists twisting as he fucked her with smooth, delicious strokes that built the flames burning across her nerve endings.
“You’re killing me,” she cried out desperately as a firm thrust separated and stretched her before his wrist twisted, screwing his fingers inside her and sending a burst of ecstatic pleasure surging through her system.
Rather than answering her, his head went lower, lips parting, and as she watched in amazement, his tongue pressed against her clit before flickering around it with quick, destructive strokes.
Digging her fingers into the heavy strands of hair Mica held on tight and pressed closer, gasping for breath as she tried to hold him nearer to her. To force his lips to her clit rather than his teasing tongue, as she fought to stay upright, to breathe, to maintain sanity.
Oh God, it was so good. The heated moisture of his tongue, the threat of his lips as he laid a perfect, suckling kiss to the sensitive bud.
The pressure sent shards of erotic sensation racing through her and clenching her womb in the desperate need to come. His fingers speared inside her pussy, stretched and stroked until that need was like a wildfire whipping across her flesh.
