Part 300 (2/2)

She rolled with him, over him, dragging the towel aside, giving herself

the pleasure of driving him, feeling his body tremble and heat and tense

as she raced over it. No hesitation, no fears, no doubts. To pleasure

herself as much as him, she stroked with fingertips, slow circles,

teasing lines.

The lamplight glowed over his skin, tempting her to taste with quick

flicks of her tongue, with long strokes of her lips.

Power, just discovered, rocked through her like thunder.

He felt himself pulse, wherever she touched him. Though his hands

weren't idle, she s.h.i.+fted away. Wait, she seemed to tell him. Let me

show you. Let me love you. Linking her hands with his, she slithered

down his body, her mouth burning frantic arrows of pleasure into his

flesh.

He could hear the patter of rain on the gla.s.s, feel the sheet heat under

his back. In the slanted light he saw her, long, pale hair streaming

down her shoulders. Her eyes dark, depthless as they met his.

Rearing up, he dragged her close until they were thigh to thigh. With

the need pumping through him, he tugged at b.u.t.tons, wanting to see her,

desperate to feel her.

Her teeth nipped into his shoulder as he ripped her blouse. Here was a

violence she could understand, and relish. Savage without brutality.

And the turbulence in him was a storm within her. Equal.

Interchangeable. She found that love and l.u.s.t could tangle gloriously.

As he tore at her clothes, her low-throated moan had nothing to do with

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