Blayne Edwards by Caine Page A

pulled back to the edge of the couch with a simple, strong pull from the man’s arms. Luke held both of her wrists, underneath her ass, in one of his hands. The man’s swift and brilliant physical engineering had raised the swollen and hungry lips of her pussy right to his mouth.
    Chloe felt teeth. Tongue. A kiss from his lips. A bite, a lick and then both at the same time. The outer flesh of her cunt was grasped and pulled by his teeth. Sucked before and after it was released. His fingers from his free hand drove up inside her and dragged juices out of her. The honey from deep inside her spilled out onto his tongue. Into his greedy mouth. What he didn’t catch dripped down her sex and even into the tight, pink bud of her ass where Luke’s tongue and lips also journeyed as he drank his fill of her.
    It was by far the best oral sex she had ever had, and it made intimate female muscles beg to be defiled by this man’s prick, despite what her mind and heart wanted. Her body wanted him inside it. Thrusting into her. Using every ounce of strength he had to pound into her until she begged for him to surge inside her and saturate her cunt with his come.
    But her heart continued to disagree with her sex and her body’s desire. Her fantasies had always paralleled exactly what this man was doing to her. Taking what he wanted. But even with the physical pleasure the licking and tasting and biting at her clit were giving her, with this man’s hands and mouth being the ones offering it to her, Chloe couldn’t find the rush she had imagined during her dreams. Chloe knew that the orgasm such stimulation could give her would cause her to writhe and scream out in pleasure if the right man were using Luke’s hands and lips. But she didn’t feel even a hint of the overwhelming emotional climax building that she had imagined she would feel with a man worthy of being her mate.
    For the first time in her life, Chloe suspected that she did indeed have a romantic streak.
    Luke Caine, evidently, did not. But what the man did have was talent. Raw and natural, sexual talent. As if he was performing a task for which he had been well trained.
    Extremely well trained, in fact.
    But it was expressed through hands that were cold in spirit to her heart’s opinion. And viewed through eyes that held no love for her inside them when he chanced a look at her.
    She took a deep breath and reached down for the man between her legs. Her clit twitched its impatience for her to relax and allow it release. But that wasn’t going to happen. Even if she had wanted to allow it, Chloe knew that nothing this man could do to her physically was going to make up for what was missing between them.
    “Luke?”
    Chloe gasped as he ignored her saying his name and instead reached deep inside her and dragged two long, thick fingers down the front wall of her cunt. She shivered at a sensation that had felt so like an urge she knew to suppress during such activities, yet just delightful enough to let her know it had come from somewhere else entirely. The same two fingers forged into her again and Chloe cried out this time when he pulled them forward and raked them down the swollen and aching area just inside her pussy as he pressed the heel of his palm against her pubic hair.
    “ Relax .”
    Chloe opened her eyes to see him looking up at her as he worked his fingers up into her again. His purr when he’d spoken had been lower and more seductive than any action he had performed thus far. His eyes softened some as he watched her expressions. Her reactions. The look of helpless confusion she knew tainted her gaze when she looked at him. When she hadn’t let the tension in her face leave within a few seconds of his command, Luke raised his eyebrows at her and roughly hooked his large fingers forward and pulled down again on the painfully intense area he had found. The voice changed once again into something that Chloe hadn’t yet witnessed from his throat.
    “I said