Twin Flames: Soul Memory by Alix Richards Page A

Part of her was glad for the
acknowledgement and respect.
    Joy broke the kiss and trailed the tip of her tongue from the
corner of his mouth to his throat and collarbone. She nipped
gently, he jerked and her breath caught. Losing her focus, she
tangled her fingers in his hair and tugged his head back. She
licked her way from his chest to the side of his neck until she
reached his ear.
    “ Love me,” she whispered and scraped his flesh with her teeth.
“Please.”
    She reveled in the shared jolt of pleasure. Joy loved his
reaction to her words and warm breath against his skin. It gave her
a small thrill to know she caused this gorgeous male to quake by
doing something as tiny as breathing on him.
    Her pulse beat wildly throughout her body, alive and aware of
everything around her. He did that to her, no other had her sitting
on the precipice.
    The blood thrummed in her veins. Each breath she took seemed
to last forever when only seconds had passed.
    His fingers flexed but were not bruising.
    With practiced ease, Joy moved her lips back to his. A hunger
beat at her only he could sate. Her tongue met his in a wild dance,
stealing the air she gasped. She couldn’t think.
    Releasing his hair, she gripped his shoulders, her knees
buckled and head spun.
    Why does the second kiss always knock me for a loop, too?
Da- amn !
What is it about this guy that makes me putty in his hands? I mean,
really?
    She pressed closer and wrapped her arms around his neck as she
fed from his mouth. She had to have more.
    “ I need you.” Joy pulled back to speak. She dreaded breaking
contact with him but the need to have him on top thundered loud and
clear. She was tired of holding the leash. She desired her dominant
alpha male. “Please?”
    Even as she murmured the words, she feared he’d vanish. He had
many times before and she woke with an ache she couldn’t satisfy.
She needed him. Wanted him to please her the only way he could. She
didn’t wish to take her pleasure or use him to get off.
    This time she desired what he needed.
    Carefully Joy nipped his chin and his lips, wanting him to
tire of little tastes. A small part of her said it wouldn’t work,
but she knew better. Eventually he’d push her onto her back and
press her legs wide…when that happened she would happily
die.
    She dropped kisses on his mouth as she raked her nails down
his back. He emitted a low growl and desire zinged through her at
the speed of light. He neared his breaking point. Her pulse sped
thrilling her even more.
    Joy didn’t want to be the leader, not this time. She desired
for him to lead her. To press her down and lay over her, she needed
him to crush her with his weight, be desperate to touch
her.
    The tips of his fingers bit into her hips as his chest pushed
against her.
    She stepped back.
    He countered.
    The dance continued until the backs of her calves hit the edge
of the bed. She plopped down and he followed. The intensity of the
kiss altered, she was no longer the instigator. Joy sighed, this is
what she coveted.
    Her head tilted back from the pressure of his mouth. Her
fingers dug into his shoulders as she tipped back, he was there,
holding her. He hadn’t released her or moved his hands and her body
burned.
    Oh gods…
    His chest pressed into hers as the mattress bowed under…his
knee? Denim scraped her inner thigh and she bent her leg. No other
part of him touched her. But he was all around, everywhere, inside
her. Her breath caught in her throat.
    Joy gripped his upper arms and then drove her hands into his
hair. She loved the silkiness of it against her skin. The sensation
of being devoured consumed her and she wanted more.
    He moved back and she nipped his lip, he groaned. The giggle
broke free before she caught it and watched his eyes darken. One
hand caressed tantalizingly slow from her hip to thigh, his gaze
held hers. She couldn’t turn away if she tried, so captivated by
the intense heat in them.
    She squirmed as his fingers stroked