Kia.”
She felt Mateo’s emotions warring inside him, the knowledge she would have to lie and deny that she had felt passion in another man’s arms—amid the possibility that he felt it too. She frowned. No, she couldn’t have understood correctly. He’d only experienced the heat suffusing her body when Tiaki had kissed her and pulled her on top of him. She’d felt something in Mateo reach out to them as though he wanted to experience Tiaki’s touch too. She stiffened.
Kiana knew some of Mateo’s anger came from the realization of his arousal at the sight of her in another man’s arms. She’d even sensed him enjoying the experience of her kissing Tiaki come back though their shared link. She gasped, struggling to breathe, when a fresh wave of anger and dark desire burned anew inside Mateo at the thought of partaking of such a forbidden fruit again.
Again? Did Mateo want to kiss Tiaki?
Mateo turned her to him and captured her lips, plunging his tongue inside her mouth. She could feel the need he had to brand her as his, felt it pulse in his blood and crash through her sensors like a tidal wave. He pulled her hard against his chest, lifting her up.
Kiana wrapped her legs around his hips and rubbed her pussy against the ridge of his cock. She moaned in his mouth as he carried her to the edge of the plunge pool at the base of the waterfall.
He pulled her shirt off and eased her down on the bank. He pushed aside her bra straps, trailing his lips over her skin as it was exposed.
Kiana skimmed her hand along his heated skin and pushed his shirt up over his head. She loved the feel of him under her hands. He was steel encased in velvet. She bit his shoulder, then traced her tongue over the lines of his tattoo up to his ear. She felt a gentle humming energy pulsing beneath her lips. Kiana opened her mouth to say something about it, but all thought fled when he pulled her bra away.
A slight breeze drifted in, bringing with it the cold spray of the waterfall. Kiana shivered. Her nipples hardened. She cried out when he drew one taut bud into the moist heat of his mouth; he twisted and pinched the other. She arched into his touch. Desire flooded her, turning her insides molten.
Mateo gently nipped her with his teeth, then soothed with his tongue, enticing mewling pleas from her.
Thrusting her hands into his hair, she pressed him closer. Wanting more. Needing more. She tried to pull him up so she could kiss him again, but he grabbed her hands and held them above her head.
He glanced up and met her eyes; his glittered with barely restrained hunger. Lust tightened in her stomach at the possessiveness she saw blazing there. As she watched, she saw something spark to life inside their depths. It looked like what she’d seen in Tiaki’s eyes when he’d used what he’d called his magic, only Mateo’s burned a brilliant sapphire. Her eyes widened in surprise when she felt the restlessness inside her respond to what she saw in his eyes. She opened her mouth to speak.
“No. I’m in control now, Kiana. I want you to know how much I want you. How much I crave you.” He punctuated each word with a heated kiss down her abdomen, stripping her of the rest of her clothes as he went. “I’m going to make you understand you’re mine. I don’t care what he may have awakened in you. You’re mine .” With that, he pressed a lingering kiss to her clit.
She moaned deep in her throat.
His tongue darted out, laved the sweet pearl with a long stroke. She shuddered. He licked and suckled her until she writhed beneath him. His tongue thrust deep inside her folds. The way he savored her juices almost sent her soaring to a place of euphoria only the most skilled lovers ever learned to attain.
“So sweet. I love the way you taste.”
The vibrations of his words against the lips of her pussy startled her. She tried to push closer to his mouth, but he was having none of it. He released her hands and held her still with one hand on
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