Midnight Sins by Lora Leigh

fluttered open, her gaze on his lips as
    he placed small, nipping kisses along the mounds of
    her breasts. His eyes glittered with wicked promise,
    with teasing sensuality. As she watched, his lips
    moved closer, then pulled back from the aching
    nipples.
    Her nipples ached.
    Licking her lips to ease the dryness there, she
    could watch, ache for more. As she watched his lips
    draw closer, closer.
    “I love your lips, your tongue,” she breathed out. “I
    love it when you suck my nipples, Rafe. I dream of you
    sucking my nipples.”
    Oh God.
    Keening and low, shattered and weak, a moan
    burst from her as his lips covered an agonizing hard
    tip. It was like pure liquid heat surrounding it. His
    tongue rubbed, licked. Heated and moist, he flicked it
    over her nipple before he began sucking it with fiery
    abrasions. He drew on it with erotic hunger, sucking it,
    sending jagged fingers of intense sensation rushing
    to her womb, her clit.
    “Rafer.” She was delirious with pleasure. “Yes.
    Suck it. Suck it hard.”
    She needed more. She couldn’t get a hardenough
    caress, a deep-enough touch.
    At her trembling plea his lips tightened around
    the nerve-laden center, suckling it deeper, his cheeks
    hollowing, his tongue flicking against it, rasping the
    nerve endings as flares of brilliant flames began to
    ignite across her body.
    “Rafer,” she cried out his name. Her fingers
    clenched in his hair, moved to his shoulders. Her
    fingers restless, desperate to experience the feel of
    his body just one more time.
    One more time. That was all she wanted; it was
    all she ached for, fantasized for. She would survive if
    she could have him just one more time.
    His lips moved from one breast to the other,
    copying the harder sucking motions of his mouth and
    the caress of his tongue. Each rasp to her nipple,
    each hungry draw of his mouth, deepened the hunger
    rising inside her once again.
    “So good.” Her voice trembled. Need was
    tearing through her like wildfire. “Rafer. It’s so good.”
    And it was.
    Her hips ground against the wide shaft pressing
    into her folds, stroking her clit and the sensations
    higher as his lips, teeth, and tongue tormented her
    nipples.
    The flares of sensation, fingers of electric
    pleasure that tore through her, increased the
    desperation growing in her womb. As though she
    hadn’t just come for his fingers moments before.
    Lust burned through her veins as her blood
    thundered, rushing through her. It spiked her arousal
    with adrenaline and pushed her closer to a hunger
    she may never escape again. He had never taken her
    like this. He had never used such deliberate
    seduction and fiery caresses before.
    Then his lips began moving lower. His hands
    gripped her hips, holding her still, steady, as she
    levered her upper body up on her elbows, panting,
    watching as intense, burning blue eyes stared up at
    her. He kissed his way to the moisture gleaming on
    her sex, his tongue licking a heated trail to her bare
    flesh.
    His hands slid to her thighs as he moved farther
    down her body, slowly easing to the chair he jerked to
    him. He pushed his hands between her thighs and
    parted her legs as he lowered his head further.
    Gripping her ankle, he bent her knee, pushing it
    back until he could place her foot on the edge of the
    table. The other he placed on the back of the chair still
    pushed beneath the edge.
    She was fully open to him, the juices easing from
    her vagina, sliding along the crease of her rear, and
    heating the small, hidden entrance to her body lower.
    She was too aware of each point of her body that
    he had paid such special attention to in the years
    before. His touch had that effect on her. Affected her
    as no other pleasure had, before or after.
    Her pussy rippled with anticipation; her clit
    throbbed with the need for release.
    “Touch your nipples,” he growled, his voice
    demanding and rough as he breathed the words over
    her clit.
    Almost involuntarily she slid one hand along