forced her mind into pain, into loss, into need.
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But need won out, reminding her that she had been alone too long, that the lupinewithin her craved a mate, a companion, a father for the children she was desperate to bear.
Her body was so primed, so ready, that she had to bite down on her lip to keepfrom blurting out the words Conner wanted to hear.
She was jerked back to reality by the feel of something hot and wet against her clit. She opened her eyes and saw Conner’s head buried between her legs, his tongue snaking out and tasting her wet cunt.
He barely touched her with the lightest of strokes, yet devastated her with sensation.
She’d dreamed of a man licking between her legs, tasting the copious juices that poured forth from her aroused sex. Conner gave her all that she’d dreamed of andmore. She wanted to die, to scream, to come. She wanted to beg Conner not to stop untilhe drove her over the edge.
In an effort to get away from the sensations that pummeled her, she backed against the counter, the sharp edge of the tile digging into her back. Raising up on her tiptoes, she tried anything she could to skirt the devil’s tongue swiping back and forth against her throbbing clit.
But she couldn’t escape. From the man or the sensations.
Mercifully, he pulled away and stood. Her body and her mind warred. She was glad for the respite, but her body screamed at Conner to damn well finish what he’dstarted.
Maybe he’d given up, convinced she’d never come. That wasn’t so bad. She still balanced precariously on the edge of orgasm, but she’d take care of that problem herself.
Her sigh of relief was mixed with trembling arousal that wouldn’t abate. She fought the urges. If she just held on a few more minutes, she’d get the release she so desperately needed. She just had to get dressed and rush upstairs to caress herself to a blistering orgasm.
But before she could offer a smug smile of triumph, Conner lifted her into his arms.
“What are you doing?!”
He didn’t answer, just walked across the kitchen and laid her on the oak table,
pushing her shoulders back so she was flat on the surface.
When she moved to sit up, his strong hand kept her pinned.
“You mean we’re not done?”
Conner arched a brow. “Not by a long shot, baby. I’ve been eyeing this table since I
walked into the room.”
He pulled up a chair, spread her legs, and situated himself between them, his
mouth lowering toward her sex again.
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Oh, God. This wasn’t good at all. Now he sat comfortably at the table between herlegs, looking like a man about to enjoy a feast.
Only he was feasting on her cunt.
Conner went to work on her, earnestly sucking and nibbling at her clit, then traveled down to lap up the juices pouring onto the tabletop. He licked the length ofher, sliding his tongue inside her pussy to fuck her with its soft tip, then moved again to her clit.
Surely not every male in the world was as talented with his mouth as Conner Devlin. He had such an unfair advantage. A gloriously handsome man faced with a woman who loved sex, loved touching herself, enjoyed daily orgasms, and whose body was desperately ready to mate.
She felt the tremors and knew damn well Conner had, too. He quickened his movements, alternating thrusting his tongue inside her pussy and swirling it over her painfully erect clit.
He was driving her toward an orgasm she didn’t have a chance in hell of holding back. How could she have ever hoped to win this battle?
She was about to give up all her power, all her control, everything she had built since her parents died. For what?
For a climax?
But she knew she’d already lost. For that matter, she’d lost the first time she’d laid eyes on Conner and the wolf within her had identified a need to mate with him. She may not like it, but if there was one thing she recognized, it was when to
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But need won out, reminding her that she had been alone too long, that the lupinewithin her craved a mate, a companion, a father for the children she was desperate to bear.
Her body was so primed, so ready, that she had to bite down on her lip to keepfrom blurting out the words Conner wanted to hear.
She was jerked back to reality by the feel of something hot and wet against her clit. She opened her eyes and saw Conner’s head buried between her legs, his tongue snaking out and tasting her wet cunt.
He barely touched her with the lightest of strokes, yet devastated her with sensation.
She’d dreamed of a man licking between her legs, tasting the copious juices that poured forth from her aroused sex. Conner gave her all that she’d dreamed of andmore. She wanted to die, to scream, to come. She wanted to beg Conner not to stop untilhe drove her over the edge.
In an effort to get away from the sensations that pummeled her, she backed against the counter, the sharp edge of the tile digging into her back. Raising up on her tiptoes, she tried anything she could to skirt the devil’s tongue swiping back and forth against her throbbing clit.
But she couldn’t escape. From the man or the sensations.
Mercifully, he pulled away and stood. Her body and her mind warred. She was glad for the respite, but her body screamed at Conner to damn well finish what he’dstarted.
Maybe he’d given up, convinced she’d never come. That wasn’t so bad. She still balanced precariously on the edge of orgasm, but she’d take care of that problem herself.
Her sigh of relief was mixed with trembling arousal that wouldn’t abate. She fought the urges. If she just held on a few more minutes, she’d get the release she so desperately needed. She just had to get dressed and rush upstairs to caress herself to a blistering orgasm.
But before she could offer a smug smile of triumph, Conner lifted her into his arms.
“What are you doing?!”
He didn’t answer, just walked across the kitchen and laid her on the oak table,
pushing her shoulders back so she was flat on the surface.
When she moved to sit up, his strong hand kept her pinned.
“You mean we’re not done?”
Conner arched a brow. “Not by a long shot, baby. I’ve been eyeing this table since I
walked into the room.”
He pulled up a chair, spread her legs, and situated himself between them, his
mouth lowering toward her sex again.
62
Mountain Moonlight
Oh, God. This wasn’t good at all. Now he sat comfortably at the table between herlegs, looking like a man about to enjoy a feast.
Only he was feasting on her cunt.
Conner went to work on her, earnestly sucking and nibbling at her clit, then traveled down to lap up the juices pouring onto the tabletop. He licked the length ofher, sliding his tongue inside her pussy to fuck her with its soft tip, then moved again to her clit.
Surely not every male in the world was as talented with his mouth as Conner Devlin. He had such an unfair advantage. A gloriously handsome man faced with a woman who loved sex, loved touching herself, enjoyed daily orgasms, and whose body was desperately ready to mate.
She felt the tremors and knew damn well Conner had, too. He quickened his movements, alternating thrusting his tongue inside her pussy and swirling it over her painfully erect clit.
He was driving her toward an orgasm she didn’t have a chance in hell of holding back. How could she have ever hoped to win this battle?
She was about to give up all her power, all her control, everything she had built since her parents died. For what?
For a climax?
But she knew she’d already lost. For that matter, she’d lost the first time she’d laid eyes on Conner and the wolf within her had identified a need to mate with him. She may not like it, but if there was one thing she recognized, it was when to
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