Part 273 (2/2)

it. Here, at last, was generosity. Here, at last, was compa.s.sion. A

pleasure so deep and dark coursed through her that she moved against

him, hands clutching. Greed poured into her. She hadn't known she

could feel it, not for a man. Her hands were in his hair, dragging his

mouth back to hers so that she could sink into those hot, wet kisses.

When he drew back, she moaned in protest and reached for him.

”I want to look at you,” he told her. ”I've waited a long time to look

at you here.”

She could only stare, bewildered and aching as he brushed his hands

through her hair, watching the way it fell from his fingers onto the

pillow. He continued to watch her face as he slowly unb.u.t.toned her

blouse. He could see the confusion in her eyes, and the cloudy haze of

desire. It made it easy to be tender.

When she lifted a hand to cover herself, he took it, pressed her fingers

to his lips. With her hand still in his, he lowered his mouth to her

breast. A groan escaped him. She was small and firm. Sweet.

Unbearable.

Her skin fired with the slightest touch. He filled himself with her,

the taste, the smooth silky texture. He could hear her breath, as fast

and shallow as his own. Her body arched as he peeled the blouse from

her.

His mouth was everywhere. She s.h.i.+vered from the heat as he ranged

quick, openmouthed kisses over her face, her shoulders, then gently,

torturously, down her rib cage. She jolted when he used his teeth, but

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