Insatiable by Cari Quinn

drag her mouth back for a desperate kiss.
    Rachel jerked in his hold, her thighs molding to his hips as he thrust against the wispy barrier between them. With her center inches away, he couldn‟t think.
    How many times had he used his own hand to simulate what it would be like to be inside her? The insistent pressure, the heat, the wetness. He‟d wanted to know her that way, every way. Leaving no secrets or boundaries between them.
    And now it was happening. Finally.
    Her heart hammered under his mouth as he licked the velvety skin between her breasts, but she didn‟t make any sound at all when his lips captured one hard nipple.
    Her silence ate at him, carving away the haze that came from finally being with her like this. For so long, he‟d craved her taste, her scent, the wild roll of her hips as she rode him with abandon. But in his dreams, she hadn‟t been silent, and her eyes hadn‟t been closed, as if she didn‟t want to know it was him she was with.

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    To compensate, he poured his ragged emotions into laving her breasts, gratified when she grasped his hair in her hands as he skimmed first one, then the other nipple with his teeth. He wasn‟t gentle, because she didn‟t seem to want him to be. But he didn‟t rush, either, no matter how demandingly she pumped her hips against his.
    “Easy,” Shawn murmured, wondering why she suddenly reminded him of a horse about to bolt from the stall.
    Her head came up, her dark eyes shining like wet onyx. “My choice, remember?” Almost defiantly, she reached between them and rolled down his briefs until his cock sprang free. He couldn‟t restrain the groan as her fingertips cradled him, dancing up and down his engorged length as a bead of moisture trickled down his shaft. “And I want hard.”
    She didn‟t pause in her onslaught, using the liquid to increase the pace of her strokes as her mouth again caught his. Each brutal twist of her fist matched the tempo of her tongue spearing into his mouth, as if she was daring him to keep up.
    For a second, he saw her swinging at their elementary school, her loud giggles filling his head as she begged him to push her higher. “ C’mon, Shawn, more, more, more !”
    She‟d always wanted more, and he‟d always needed to give it to her.
    Finally allowing the beast he‟d kept on a short leash for so long to take control, he ripped off her panties. Spreading her thighs wide with his hand, he exposed her silken heat to his fingers and his hungry gaze before he delved deep to caress her quaking flesh.
    Tight, slick. So ready for him.
    Her back arched. Her lashes fluttered. But she didn‟t moan.
    He could make her come like this, with her head thrown back, her eyes slitted and her lips parted as if she didn‟t even possess enough strength to close them. But he needed to feel her body convulse as he drove inside her, his name a mindless scream ripping from her throat. Ached for that connection between their flesh that went way past words.
    She bore down against his hand, riding his questing fingers. He drew one away to circle her swollen clit, his head filling with images of taking it between his lips like a ripe cherry. Her pussy pulsed in warning around his flesh. Maybe she couldn‟t acknowledge how he made her feel, but her body told the tale succinctly.
    God, making her come would be the sweetest experience of his life.
    “In me,” she panted.
    It wasn‟t a request, but a command. One he was only too happy to fulfill.
    But he shook his head as he withdrew his hand from her, his throat tight as he skimmed the glistening pads of his fingertips over her dark red nipples. He‟d branded her as his without her even knowing it, and the sight of her marked by his mouth shredded his control. His balls clenched tighter the longer he looked.

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    Before this trip was through, he intended to possess her just as she‟d possessed him. He‟d take her in all the ways he‟d dreamed. And she‟d want it,