about not accepting replacements. Knowing she relished his ferocity, he had her standing in a heap of tattered clothes in seconds.
Then he looked down at her. Towering barely a foot shorter than himself, her breasts were a feast, her waist and tummy trim and firm, her hips lush with femininity. Her limbs were long and smooth, her shoulders square and strong. Every curve and line and swell of her was the epitome of womanliness.
He skimmed his hand from the curve of her shoulder to her breast, blood roaring in his ears, his loins, as its warmth and resilience overflowed in his large hand. “You wear those clothes like I do my disguises.”
She thrust her breast into his hold, inviting a more aggressive possession. “But you saw through them.”
He pinched her nipple, bent for a compulsive suckle. “I didn’t see anything near the truth.” He raised his head, gathered her against his length, groaning as she melted into him. “You’re beyond glorious. A goddess.”
Her face flushed with pleasure as her hands treated his clothes with the same hostility. “Look who’s talking.”
Delight expanded through him as he surrendered to her impatience, wallowing in it as she exposed his body to her hunger.
Then he had her inside the shower stall, melding their nakedness below a steady jet of hot water, plundering her fragrant mouth in wrenching kisses, his hands seeking all her secrets, taking every license, owning every inch. He brought her to another orgasm around his fingers, before going down on his knees and draping her legs over his shoulders. She wantonly plastered her back to the steamy tiles, arched her hips at him, opening herself wide for his devouring. He suckled and tongued her to two more orgasms, growling like a beast as he drank her overflowing pleasure.
When he finally let her melt off his shoulders, she hugged him around the hips and engulfed his erection, what she could of it, in her mouth.
He’d never enjoyed giving or receiving oral sex. Seemed that was because it hadn’t been her sex he was devouring, or her mouth that was devouring his. He’d never felt such a purity of desire from a woman as she delighted in his texture and taste. The look of blissful voracity that adorned her face as her lips wrapped around his girth, murmuring and moaning her pleasure, soon had him stripped down to his savage male component, blind with lust, with the need to dominate his female completely.
He still tried to pull away when he felt his seed about to burst from his loins. She keened in protest, dug her fingers hard in his buttocks, kept him lodged inside her mouth. And he climaxed in torrents of scalding come, the pleasure agonizing as he watched her drinking him.
When she’d made sure she’d drained him to the last drop, she reluctantly slipped his intact hardness out of her mouth, pressed her flushed, wet face to his thigh. “You feel and smell and taste incredible, addictive. Another Lokian power?”
Something ugly slithered down his spine. The thought that another Lokian might appeal to her, arouse her as much.
But no. Her lust was specific to him. Just as his was to her. He knew it.
He dragged her to her feet, crashed his lips on hers, drove inside the fount of her taste in ferocious rhythm. She clung to him, lips and limbs. He pressed her against the slippery wall, wrenched her thighs open around his hips and plunged inside her. By now he knew she craved his aggressiveness, could accommodate him, even if barely, that the edge of pain only made her pleasure more explosive.
She screamed his name with his every slam inside her fluid heat, clung to him harder, opening wider, demanding that he take everything, do everything to her, hold nothing back.
They exploded into orgasm together. He jetted inside her with almost his full strength behind each thrust as she smashed herself against him, her muscles a convulsive vice around his cock, milking him dry as ecstasy tore through her, pushed them both into a
Then he looked down at her. Towering barely a foot shorter than himself, her breasts were a feast, her waist and tummy trim and firm, her hips lush with femininity. Her limbs were long and smooth, her shoulders square and strong. Every curve and line and swell of her was the epitome of womanliness.
He skimmed his hand from the curve of her shoulder to her breast, blood roaring in his ears, his loins, as its warmth and resilience overflowed in his large hand. “You wear those clothes like I do my disguises.”
She thrust her breast into his hold, inviting a more aggressive possession. “But you saw through them.”
He pinched her nipple, bent for a compulsive suckle. “I didn’t see anything near the truth.” He raised his head, gathered her against his length, groaning as she melted into him. “You’re beyond glorious. A goddess.”
Her face flushed with pleasure as her hands treated his clothes with the same hostility. “Look who’s talking.”
Delight expanded through him as he surrendered to her impatience, wallowing in it as she exposed his body to her hunger.
Then he had her inside the shower stall, melding their nakedness below a steady jet of hot water, plundering her fragrant mouth in wrenching kisses, his hands seeking all her secrets, taking every license, owning every inch. He brought her to another orgasm around his fingers, before going down on his knees and draping her legs over his shoulders. She wantonly plastered her back to the steamy tiles, arched her hips at him, opening herself wide for his devouring. He suckled and tongued her to two more orgasms, growling like a beast as he drank her overflowing pleasure.
When he finally let her melt off his shoulders, she hugged him around the hips and engulfed his erection, what she could of it, in her mouth.
He’d never enjoyed giving or receiving oral sex. Seemed that was because it hadn’t been her sex he was devouring, or her mouth that was devouring his. He’d never felt such a purity of desire from a woman as she delighted in his texture and taste. The look of blissful voracity that adorned her face as her lips wrapped around his girth, murmuring and moaning her pleasure, soon had him stripped down to his savage male component, blind with lust, with the need to dominate his female completely.
He still tried to pull away when he felt his seed about to burst from his loins. She keened in protest, dug her fingers hard in his buttocks, kept him lodged inside her mouth. And he climaxed in torrents of scalding come, the pleasure agonizing as he watched her drinking him.
When she’d made sure she’d drained him to the last drop, she reluctantly slipped his intact hardness out of her mouth, pressed her flushed, wet face to his thigh. “You feel and smell and taste incredible, addictive. Another Lokian power?”
Something ugly slithered down his spine. The thought that another Lokian might appeal to her, arouse her as much.
But no. Her lust was specific to him. Just as his was to her. He knew it.
He dragged her to her feet, crashed his lips on hers, drove inside the fount of her taste in ferocious rhythm. She clung to him, lips and limbs. He pressed her against the slippery wall, wrenched her thighs open around his hips and plunged inside her. By now he knew she craved his aggressiveness, could accommodate him, even if barely, that the edge of pain only made her pleasure more explosive.
She screamed his name with his every slam inside her fluid heat, clung to him harder, opening wider, demanding that he take everything, do everything to her, hold nothing back.
They exploded into orgasm together. He jetted inside her with almost his full strength behind each thrust as she smashed herself against him, her muscles a convulsive vice around his cock, milking him dry as ecstasy tore through her, pushed them both into a
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