Flame Thrower by Alice Wade Page B

chest through the center of her breasts and ended up cupping one in his hand. His eyes never left her face and he drank in her growing arousal. Ryan marveled at how quickly her body responded for the nipple tightened immediately upon contact. Using his thumb, he stroked the erect nub, eliciting a vicious moan from Tillian’s half parted lips.
    This was torture for Ryan. His soul screamed to make love to every inch of her body. He ached to taste her, to feel her under his hands. He ached to know how she would respond when he stroked her to release with his body. He longed to know how many sounds she’d make while caught in her own tidal wave of passion.
    Ryan looked down in anguish and sighed. He continued to rub her nipple and he relished the feeling of it beneath his fingers. He felt his own body respond to a painful state and accepted he’d be miserable until the day he could finally complete this.
    Sighing again, he gently ran his hand over her stomach and felt her tight muscles and narrow waist. He continued down toward her most private area but stopped just before he delved where he most wanted to go, cupping her mound in his palm. Tillian subtly spread her legs for his entry, inviting him to continue, tempting him to give in.
    Ryan was driven mad and knew what he did was wrong on so many levels, but couldn’t stop himself. He looked down towards the haven she opened for him and whimpered. He memorized every dimple, every curve of her creamy skin and steaming body, making both available to his wanton hands.
    He’d shifted and now kneeled between her spread legs. Ryan gave her one last chance to stop this madness and whispered “Tillian, now is the time for you to tell me to stop.” His voice was deep and husky. He prayed she wouldn’t say anything because he wasn’t sure he could actually stop if she asked him to.
    In reply, she delivered a seductive smile and shifted. That gave her more room to spread her legs, inviting him to continue.
    Seeing her offer herself, Ryan groaned. His eyes continued to drink in her swollen lips, dotted with her own moisture and grinned. With his healing he’d just completed, all her injuries and soreness were eradicated, so Tillian lay before him utterly perfect with the exception of her innocence. That he couldn’t replace. Other than that, she was his, freely offered.
    “Oh, Tillian,” he sighed again before he caressed down her thighs with both hands and underneath to cup her backside in his firm grip, lifting her slightly off the bed. This made her body open like a flower before him.
    From this position, Ryan breathed in the scent of her arousal and it drove him insane with the need to taste her, to feel her and to love her. Trembling and with his last resolve, he knew it was now or never. Since she didn’t deny him, Ryan leaned down to sample what she offered him. He teased her lips apart and licked at her folds, hearing her response which had him trying different techniques. Her sounds drove him to figure out what she enjoyed.
    Tillian experienced a sharp intake of breath the moment his soft tongue touched her inflamed body. That in combination with his beard tickling her sensitive flesh sent her jerking off the bed. If it weren’t for his hands gripping her backside, she’d have succeeded. That would have forced her to miss the glorious attention he gave. He held tight to her body and lavished her with divine strokes which had her racing towards the greatest bliss she’d ever experienced. This was nothing like what the others had done, and it didn’t even compare to the pleasure she felt then. This was better, so much better.
    Ryan raged with intense desires he knew he could barely control. He knew what he did was wrong, but under no circumstances was he going to stop. He needed her as much as she needed him. Suddenly, his vow not to make love to her this night was very foolish and Ryan began thinking of ways he could take it back. All he wanted, no craved, was to