Lora_Leigh_Bound_Hearts_1_Surrender[1].pdf by Lora Leigh

Her body was sheened with sweat, her breathing harsh, her cries desperate as he
    tongued her, stroked her. And she tasted so damned good he couldn’t help himself but
    to thrust his tongue as deep inside her as he could go, and draw more of her into his
    mouth.
    Cole was on fire for her. He knew his control was slipping, something that never
    happened, something he had never had to fight to keep before. But he had to prepare
    her, he couldn’t allow himself to unwittingly hurt her. Tess was everything to him. His
    heart, his soul, the happiness he had always believed he would never find. She teetered
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    between erotic pain and the pain that could irrevocably damage her sexuality forever. If
    he wasn’t careful, extremely careful, then he would destroy both of them. Because Cole
    knew he couldn’t go much longer without her.
    So he tamped down his own lusts, stroked her gently, gauged her need and
    advanced the speed of the vibrator accordingly. She was bucking in his hands now,
    nearing that point of no return. Reluctantly, he moved back from her dripping vagina,
    licked back, circled her clit with his tongue. Then he turned, laying on his back,
    positioning himself to suck the swollen, engorged bud into his mouth as he edged the
    speed of the vibrator higher.
    She exploded, her body tensed. Her scream was strangled, breathless as her body
    bowed, jerked, then began a repeated shudder that signaled the beginning of her
    orgasm. He tightened his lips on her clit, flicked it with his tongue and held her hips
    with easy strength when the hot, volcanic rush of her release began to rush through her
    body.
    * * * * *
    Tess was dying. She knew she was dying and she eagerly embraced the exquisite
    rush of painful pleasure that threw her over the brink. Her body was jerking
    uncontrollably, her orgasm filling her body, pumping through her blood, spasming her
    uterus as it tore through her. She could feel the hard vibration inside her, Cole’s lips at
    her clit, blending into a raging storm she knew she wouldn’t survive. Hard shudders
    rushed over her, pleasure, unlike anything she could have conceived tore her apart.
    And in a distant part of her mind, she wondered if she would ever be the same again. If
    she survived it.
    She screamed against the torrent, but couldn’t fight it. She could feel her fluids
    gushing through her pussy as it spasmed, and Cole’s mouth moving to catch them with
    a hard, male groan. His tongue speared inside her tortured cunt, triggering another
    hard shudder, another gush of fluids until finally, she collapsed mindlessly against her
    ropes, dazed, stripped of strength.
    Small tremors still assaulted her boneless body. The never-ending pulse of her
    climax didn’t go away easily. She could hear Cole, a hard, brutal male groan echoing
    through the room as his body jerked against her. Had he come? Had he been inside her
    and she didn’t know it? It didn’t matter. She was drifting on a haze of pleasure so weak,
    so astounding that she couldn’t think, and didn’t want to.
    “Tess?” Cole’s voice was tender, warm as he moved behind her. “Are you okay,
    baby?”
    She felt the ropes loosening, his hands calloused and gentle on her skin as he untied
    her, helped her to stretch out on the bed. She lay boneless, so satiated she could barely
    move. She was aware of Cole moving along the bed beside her, turning her over to her
    back, his expression, when she looked up at him, was concerned, gentle.
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    “Sleepy,” she whispered. And she was. So tired, so emotionally and physically
    drained she could barely stay awake.
    “Sleep, Tess.” He kissed her cheek gently. “Rest, baby. We start again tomorrow.”
    * * * * *
    Cole lay down beside her, drawing the quilt over them, ignoring the pulse of his
    still throbbing cock. He had climaxed with Tess, but it wasn’t enough. He needed to be
    buried inside her, feeling her, tight and hot, enclosing him