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She needed to hold on to him, needed to steady her senses as his thumb brushed over her nipple and his lips moved over the rapidly rising flesh to the hard, aching tip.
“Graeme.” Whispering his name didn’t help her find that center.
His lips surrounded the tight bundle of nerves, his teeth raking over it before he sucked it into his mouth with firm, destructive pressure.
Cat ground her head against the bed, dizziness washing over her as pleasure crashed through her, forked fingers of sizzling sensation striking straight to her womb.
“Graeme.” She cried out his name.
Arching against him, Cat gasped at the pleasure, the heated pressure devastating her control as pleasure raced from her nipple to the aching bundle of nerves between her thighs.
Electric pulses of tiny explosions raced through her body, dragging her deeper into the morass of chaotic needs, physical and emotional¸ that churned through her. As his mouth drew first on one nipple, then the other, before moving to the other again, Cat fought to drag her senses back under control.
It wasn’t happening.
The pleasure was destructive. It tore down defenses she’d spent years building and replaced them with such burning need she wondered if she’d ever be the same again.
Wondered? No, she knew she would never be the same again.
She’d fought the knowledge that there was a part of her that would always belong to him, but here, in this moment, there was no fighting it. There was no denying it.
“I love the taste of you,” he whispered, his lips smoothing over her nipple before he began spreading blistering kisses lower.
His lips moved over her midriff, smoothing over delicate flesh, trailing lower. Stroking his fingers down her sides once again, over her hips to her thighs, where he spread her legs slowly. He eased his kisses closer to the throbbing bud of her clitoris.
She couldn’t bear it.
Her senses were swirling, caught in a whirlpool of nearing ecstasy that she was certain she would never survive.
“Just let yourself go, Cat, I have you,” he whispered, the warmth of his breath wafting over the tight bud throbbing for his attention. “I have this, baby.”
Trust him to hold her through this? He had this?
“Graeme . . . oh God . . .” Her hands slapped to the bed, claws extending into the blankets as her hips arched in reflex to the astounding pleasure that tore through her.
His tongue licked through the swollen, saturated folds between her thighs. A slow, sensual swipe of raw sensation rushing through her and obliterating any chance of saving her control.
It was gone.
Control wasn’t even a thought. Nothing mattered but each luxuriant caress of his wicked tongue as it moved through the sensitive flesh before swirling around the tight bundle of nerves throbbing for release.
She arched, her thighs parted further. Each licking caress, each swipe of erotic sensation tightening in her clit dragged her deeper into the storm building inside her. She was racing toward the center of it, reaching for it, strangled moans tearing from her throat.
It was so good.
The intensity of each sensation, the turbulent rush of pleasure surging through her system only added to the euphoric haze filling her dazed senses.
Each pulse of blood racing through her veins carried the pleasure-laced adrenaline to infuse her senses, locking her in the sensual maelstrom Graeme was creating.
Graeme.
Her Graeme.
Whatever name he used, whatever persona he took, he was hers. He’d always been hers.
Just as she had always belonged to him.
Each path they had taken in life, each battle, each night that she had searched the darkness had been part of the journey leading to this.
