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“His hunger was a ferocious thing as he lowered to his elbows and let the yearning clench deep in his belly. The slickness of her desire beckoned him. He split her cleft with his gloved finger, coating the tip with her nectar. She trembled, but remained silent, as she'd agreed to do. Curious, he rubbed his thumb and finger together, testing the glossy consistency. Soon his cock would be coated with this, slick and wet and--- Christ, if he didn't get his mouth on her soon, he'd go mad. Dorian had no fucking idea what he was doing, but her scent lured him down until he pressed his lips to her sex. Her hips flinched beneath him, arched a little, and he could tell she fought to remain passive, but her body betrayed her. Good. Because his betrayed him, as well. She tasted like heaven. Like desire and release. Like want and fulfillment. Like a woman. His woman. The predator in him was going to dine until he'd had his fill. And he had a lifetime of hunger to satiate.”

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“But, to her ultimate surprise, a tight, aching heat bloomed low in her belly, starting in her womb and reaching for the shaft of branding heat plunging and retracting from inside her. Her lips parted of their own accord, and a small sound of delighted surprise escaped. Blackwell's eyes sharpened. Questioned. Farah's body answered without thought. A lift of her hips, a press of her thighs, and a soft moan of encouragement. It was all he needed. Blackwell didn't kiss or taste her. Instead he watched her face with an intensity that abashed her. Every flutter of her eyelid, or intake of breath, the way her lips parted or pressed together. His body again became a conduit of her gratification. It shocked her how he could support his heavy frame all this time on one powerful arm, but the thought dissipated as he used his other hand to explore her, rendering her mind useless and directing her awareness like a symphony conductor. He traced the line of her jaw, the curve of her cheekbones, as though committing her to memory, or visiting one, she couldn't be sure. As the slow pressure mounted, her moans became mewls, her mewls became cries. His finger drifted along the outline of her lips, slipping past her teeth and leaving the taste of sex on her tongue. Sex and leather. She closed her lips and rolled the glove between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, feeling the hard ridge of his fingers beneath. He hissed, growled, and pulled his hand away, drawing it down to her hip and gripping the curve of her ass, spreading her wider for his accelerating thrusts. Farah's head tossed against her pillow, her eyes rolling back into their sockets, retreating from sight, as her other overwhelmed senses demanded her attention. Leather and sex. Darkness. Spice. Chilly air. Hot Blood. Textiles. Smooth, slick flesh. Wide, hard male. A mouth on hers. A tongue thrusting inside, tasting the essence of her he'd left there, lapping at it.”

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“Dorian--- please!" Her voice trembled, her muscles clenched around his shaft. "I'm sorry," he gasped as a new blaze ignited on the embers of his previous climax. She would hate him. He already hated himself. But she felt so good, and he'd waited so long. "I'm sorry but I--- I can't stop." "No," she gritted out, her voice low and guttural. "Please--- faster." He fucked her then. One hand bracing her hip, the other grasping the hair at her scalp, imprisoning her head and exposing her throat as he piston into her tight body again and again. Little pants of demand escaped her. Tight whimpers of pain or pleasure. Then she bucked against him, a reedy cry becoming a shrill one. She twisted and writhed, pulled and arched as her intimate muscles drew another soul-shattering climax from him. He could feel his seed leaving him and pouring into her. He sank deep enough to touch her womb with his own flesh.”

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“They each gasped at the feel of her tight flesh gripping at him as he pulled away, and welcoming him deep as he returned. Farah clothed at the impossibly powerful muscles of his back, feeling more interruptions to the smooth skin that shouldn't be there. She kissed him harder, pouring all her love into him. Dorian drank from her lips and pushed himself deeper, his height making the union of their mouths difficult if their bodies were to stay clasped together. Farah buried her face into his neck, unwilling to let the magnificent sensation of his flesh fused to every inch of hers end. He rocked deep within her, curling his spine in slow, painstaking thrusts. She became a creature of pure need, bottomless desire, and shameful appetites. Her bones relished his weight. Her sex hungrily took every bit of his, stretching and lifting to receive the man she loved. "You're so warm," he moaned. "So fucking soft." He said other incoherent things against her hair. Made vows. Gasped curses. He was her jaguar, his movements so lithe and graceful. His body so perfect and powerful. She thrust upward, her moans becoming supplications. Her hands wandered inquiringly down the straining cords of his back to grip the muscles of his buttocks as they clenched and released. The tide of ecstasy flooded her so swiftly and took her so high, that she almost missed the violent jerks in his hips as he buried himself only a handful of times before seizing on a shuddering convulsion”

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“Stay with me," she encouraged. "Let me feel your skin move along mine." "Yes," he hissed, finally moving his hips. They each gasped at the feel of her tight flesh gripping at him as he pulled away, and welcoming him deep as he returned. Farah clutched at the impossibly powerful muscles of his back, feeling more interruptions to the smooth skin that shouldn't be there. She kissed him harder, pouring all her love into him. Dorian drank from her lips and pushed himself deeper, his height making the union of their mouths difficult if their bodies were to stay clasped together. Farah buried her face into his neck, unwilling to let the magnificent sensation of his flesh fused to every inch of hers end. He rocked deep within her, curling his spine in slow, painstaking thrusts. She became a creature of pure need, bottomless desire, and shameful appetites. Her bones relished his weight. Her sex hungrily took every bit of his, stretching and lifting to receive the man she loved. "You're so warm," he moaned. "So fucking soft." He said other incoherent things against her hair. Made vows. Gasped curses. He was her jaguar, his movements so lithe and graceful. His body so perfect and powerful. She thrust upward, her moans becoming supplications. Her hands wandered inquiringly down the straining cords of his back to grip the muscles of his buttocks as they clenched and released. The tide of ecstasy flooded her so swiftly and took her so high, that she almost missed the violent jerks in his hips as he buried himself only a handful of times before seizing on a shuddering convulsion”

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“She'd give him what he needed. Her limbs were jelly as Ellis pivoted her on the bed, looping her thighs over his so she could ride him. "Good girl, ride it, ride my cock," he growled out, his hips punching to meet hers. She wound her arms around his neck, their panting breaths mingling, their bodies as close as possible. The only time Ellis's mouth left hers was when he bent down to suck her nipples, twirling his tongue around them until Rosemary felt the heat building in her core again. She was helpless to avoid it, this onslaught of pleasure. Her thoughts ebbed away, and she wasn't;t sure if she was moaning or whispering or screaming Ellis's name. Every touch rippled into a wave of pleasure, every vicious jerk of his cock inside her, every stroke of his fingers circling her clit had her floating away. It was heady, dizzying. She let herself go, knowing that she was safe, knowing that when this was all over, Ellis would bring her back down to Earth.”

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“His hoarsely whispered encouragements sent me straight to my cresting, gasping release and I came with a shout and an indescribable burst of pleasure. My body pulsed once, then again and again, the power I kept tucked away racing down my spine and bursting out of me with every sharp thrust of his hips. Peter groaned brokenly, and then he howled, his body as taut as a bowstring beneath me as the energy rippling from my body wrapped around us both. It pulled him more deeply inside me, stroking him, recognizing him as the source of my pleasure and reciprocating in kind. I was distantly aware of a large gust of wind buffeting the room, of lamps being knocked off end tables and wineglasses shattering, but I didn't care. All that mattered was our bodies writhing together and our mutual, all-consuming pleasure.”

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“A hoarse cry, and then his teeth were in my neck, the puncture wounds from his canines the most excruciating kind of pleasure-pain I'd ever known. This, right here, was why people were so obsessed with vampires. Why they wrote countless stories about them. Why they fantasized about taking vampires as lovers. Every long pull of blood Peter took from me sent screaming pleasure sizzling down my veins, through my blood, between my legs. My eyes went wide, unseeing, as I came a second time, even harder than the first. Peter came unglued beneath me, snarling now as he drank, and fucked, and drank.”

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“I hardly recognized the sound that escaped me when his cock slid home. It was raw, primal, and my back bowed off the bed, body arching up, up, up against his as I urged him on. It was like we had never been apart when he began moving, his body pistoning into mine with so much pent-up desire, the force of it knocked my head against the headboard. I didn't care; the small blossom of pain just ratcheted up my pleasure, made me want him to go a little harder, a little rougher. I gripped his ass in both hands and dug the sharp points of my nails into him as he moved and swore above me, coaxing him forward, willing him to never stop. "You feel... so fucking good," he gritted out. The tendons in his neck stood out in sharp relief as he strained above me, his dark eyes cloudy with desire as he fought to maintain eye contact.”

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