No Limits by Jenna McCormick Page A

body is to be filled.
    A breathy sigh escaped and she answered him out loud. “I wish you would kiss me.”
    Oh, I want that. You have no idea how much I want to taste every last bit of you, until you beg me to stop.
    It wasn’t enough, the pull of the candle was still too strong as her desire plateaued. What would send her over the edge? He recalled his fantasy, of what he most wanted to do to her.
    Let me lick you, Gen.
    “Oh, yes,” she gasped, on the verge of going up in flames herself. His prompt sent her higher, and his essence was pulled toward her, the strongest emotional presence available.
    Concentrating, Rhys focused his energy into taking humanoid shape once more. To her he would look, sound, and feel absolutely real, but he was a shallow echo of the man he had been, his mind and soul divided from his body.
    He gazed down at the erotic banquet on the bed. She was even more incredible than he remembered. The flush of her face—eyes squeezed tightly shut, both hands between her legs, one rubbing steadily on her clit and the other plunging in and out of her wet core. She cried out in frustration, grasping for the release that eluded her.
    Rhys refused to make her wait another second. Though he wanted to fall on her like a ravening beast, he sensed that right now, at this moment, she needed tenderness. If he did it right, there would be time for more later. He eased onto the mattress, positioning himself between her spread thighs, careful not to disturb her until he was ready for his first taste.
    His tongue darted out to caress the entrance to her body. She stiffened, her eyes still squeezed tightly shut. He pushed deeper, loving the sweet lube that poured from her in a wet rush. He kissed her fingers, which still worked her clit in a frenzy.
    Why hadn’t she stopped him? Or at least opened her eyes and demanded his identity? The notion that she didn’t care rankled, especially after all the time he’d spent envisioning this exact moment. He needed to see her come.
    “Look at me, Gen.”
    Her head thrashed wildly. “No, I can’t. I’ll lose it ...”
    He licked again, his tongue dragging through her folds slowly, savoring her. “I want to see your eyes, watch your face as I send you over. Please, give me this.”
    It was the “please” that did it. Her eyelids fluttered up, and she gasped as their gazes locked. Something clicked into place as he stared into the blue-violet depths, innocent and wanton, hot and cold, all delectable woman. His for the taking.
    Rhys smiled and licked his lips. Her chest heaved, her straining nipples pointed toward the ceiling. He circled one taut bud, then drew his index finger down her abdomen. The digit was calloused, such a delicious contrast to her smooth skin, and she shivered as he moved it lower, between her legs.
    She cried out wordlessly as he tormented her engorged clit. Her fingers threaded through his hair, holding him to her.
    “Are you real?” she whispered.
    “Thanks to you,” he breathed deeply, then dipped back down, suckling her flesh, making her entire body tremble. His fingers thrust inside her at the same moment he tugged her clit with his lips, thrashing the bud with his tongue in a quick trilling motion. She screamed, and cataclysmic release ripped through her like a whirlwind.
    On and on it went, with him guiding her body through one orgasm, barely letting her down before boosting her up as another wave crashed through her. He kept his movements sure and confident, reveling in her absolute bliss. After too short a time, she tugged him away, begging, just like he’d wanted. “Please, no more.”
    He owed her everything. As he moved back, his mind whirled. How could he explain it all to her, make her understand?
    A beautiful flush of red stained her cheeks and she bit her lip. “So, I guess you’re Marshal.”
    He didn’t want to lie to her. After all, she was his savior, and he needed her strong emotions to help sustain him until he could be