Page 40 of The Satyr's Guilt
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Denim and Ram tumbled into the room, herhungry mouth pressed to his. Their hands fumbled with too manyclothes. His tongue set a frantic rhythm, plunging in and out, thesatyr kissing like he fought. Hard. Aggressive.
She broke away from his crushing lips toflash on the surroundings. They could have been in any room at aSuper 8 Motel. No frills but clean.
He clutched her hip while his other handyanked her head back so he could attack her mouth again. Seemingnot to care about the decor, Ram paused to drag off her top.Stepping away, he swallowed her whole with his gaze.
Denim was glad she wore a lacy bra, thoughit still wasn’t what she would call sexy.
Ram didn’t seem to mind, his eyes flashingneon green as his breath caught. He muttered, “Oh, yeah.”
Denim leaned toward him, unbuttoning hisshirt one slow button at a time. Exposing his flesh bit by bit, herfingertips brushed slabs of muscle and rippling abs. Each touch waslike dipping cold toes into warm water. The pleasure made her wantto plunge in all the way.
Once his shirt was open, she slipped thesilk off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Her palmglided along his brand, the wings of the Phoenix fluttering in herhand, sending shivers along her spine.
Ram reached behind Denim. Like the pro hewas, he unclasped her bra. He tucked a finger beneath each strap toglide them down her arms.
She gasped when her breasts met the cool airand Ram’s hot stare. His green eyes said a lot.
“I can’t hide what I’m feeling, doll. Idon’t even want to.”
He gently slid one hand onto Denim’s back totuck her close. His other hand caressed a heavy breast.
Denim moaned. “Yes, please.”
“Yeah? Do you like this?” With his thumb, hestroked her nipple until she cried out, arching her spine.
When a tight bud formed, he lowered hishead, licking around it, nipping. He took more of her flesh intohis mouth, sucking hard.
With his wet lips drawing on her mound as hegroaned, Denim was in heaven. She didn’t care if this was theironly hook up. She wanted him now. The total package.
Her hands explored the bunched muscles onhis shoulders and dropped to his hips. Eventually, they landed onhis buttocks where she dug her nails in. She pulled him in so tighthis enormous erection pressed into her belly like a thick, solidrope.
When Ram moved onto her other breast, Denimmoaned. “Fuck me.”
The satyr backed away, growling, his eyesmaking another quick jump to green. “Lose your jeans.” He unbuckledthe belt on his pants.
Denim watched, swiping her tongue along herlips in anticipation. No way was she going to miss seeing a nakedRam for the first time. Her eyes followed the trail of light hairdisappearing into his waistband.
Someone pounded on the door. A couplestumbled into the room, locked in an embrace. “Oops. Sorry,” theguy said. “Didn’t know the space was occupied. Carry on.”
They slipped out, the woman giggling.
Denim flashed on Steven, his fists flyinginto her face. Every time things got good. Why couldn’t she let go?Remembering her long recovery, she tugged on her snug jeans. “Fuck,no.”
Ram doesn’t break bones. He breaks hearts. Idon’t want anything broken.
Suddenly, he stopped, his pants alreadyunzipped. “Now? You decide to get bashful now?”
Ram banged his fist against the wall, doinga little structural damage to the Blood Shed. Drawing a deep breaththrough his nostrils, he snarled as he buckled his belt.
Denim nodded, searching the floor for herbra. After she snapped it into place, she grabbed her shirt andpulled it over her head. This was so awkward. She tried for a lightlaugh. “Saved by the knock on the door. All’s well, though. We haveno business in a backroom getting a quickie anyway.”
No answer. He snatched his shirt off thefloor and covered up his delicious muscles.
Denim sighed. “We’re partners. You’reactually my mission leader. Workplace romances are a bad idea.” Herprevious one with Steven was a volcanic failure.
Ram’s brows knit together. He quickly hidwhatever he was feeling behind his cocky attitude. “Didn’t seem tobother you a few minutes ago. I think you were really into it. Myhand, that is. Stroke. Pump. Moan. Orgasm.”
