Page 121 of Sins of the Heart
He groaned. Arched. A smooth, pumping grind. Filling her mouth as she tongued him and sucked him. She
used her teeth, biting just hard enough to make him
inhale sharply. Then sucking hard enough to make him
swell, impossibly thick.
Bound, kneeling before him,shewas the one with
the power here.
Then her bonds were gone, dissipating into thin air,
her hands free to roam. She grabbed his ass, digging
her fingers into hard muscle, her lips and tongue and
teeth working his cock. Making him hers.
“Fuck.” The sound of his voice, hard and low, made
her shiver.
A whimper of distress tore free as he pulled from
her mouth, his hands fisted in her hair. He looked
down at her, and his lips curved in a dark, wicked
smile. She felt the promise of that smile like a molten
river coursing through her limbs, her breasts and low
in her belly.
He tumbled her onto her back, one hand hooked behind her knee, lifting her leg until she was open,
aching, the other hand outstretched to hold his weight,
his palm flat beside her shoulder.
She felt the heat of him then, pushing at her opening,
the broad head of his cock sliding in with a shallow
thrust. Stretching her. A tiny discomfort overwhelmed
by liquid need. It wasn’t enough. God, she wanted him,
hot and full and deep inside her.
Arching her hips, she tried to take what she wanted:
all of that steely, wonderful length. But he held himself
apart. Aloof. Giving her only a bit. A taste. A tease.
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