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I m so sorry, she whispered, a whimper of need and denial that broke his heart.
Sorry? he asked her softly. Oh no, baby. I don t want to hear sorry. I want to
hear you purring while my tongue fucks so deep and hard up your tight little pussy
that you scream with it. After I ve eaten my fill of you, then I want to feel those sharp
little nails scratching down my back as I fill you with every hard, aching inch of my
cock. That s what I want to hear, Sherra.
Her eyes widened further, shock glittering brightly in her gaze as her head raised,
her tongue flickering over her lips.
Uh-uh. He shook his head, applying a bit of pressure to hers as he pressed her to
his chest. Don t lick those pretty lips, baby. Lick that mark you left me. Taste me,
Sherra, before I do something we ll both regret.
His control was at its weakest point. His body was in full, overwhelming riot. His
cock ached like an open wound and the mark on his chest was burning like a flame.
Kane. She rested her forehead against him, her breath whispering over the
sensitive brand.
Her hands clenched at his waist, holding tightly to him as she struggled for breath.
Her small body trembled, nearly shaking as she fought both of them and the hunger
raging between them.
Kane tightened his grip on the silken strands of hair at the back of her head before
he flattened his palm, pressing again.
Now, he groaned. You know what I fucking need, Sherra. Give it to me before I
take something you re not ready to give me.
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The thin, desperate moan that echoed from her chest had him tightening, waiting. It
wasn t a sound of protest or of fear, but of hunger. A second later his harder, male
groan echoed around them when her tongue peeked over, swiping against the mark
slowly, the slightly rough rasp tearing through his nerve endings and drawing every
muscle to a breaking point as his head fell back, grimacing in an agony of sensation.
As delicately as a kitten, she tested the taste of his flesh, tempted the control he was
exerting over the ravenous need rising inside him. She licked the hot little mark with a
sensuality that destroyed him as she tasted his skin, each small caress making her move
against him with more demand, the heat between them rising.
His jeans were a restriction he could no longer bear. With one hand at her head, the
other moved between their bodies, his fingers struggling desperately with his belt as he
fought to release his agonized flesh.
Oh God! Kane, please& Her hands were tight on his waist, her voice thin with
denial and protest despite the hungry licks against his flesh.
Sherra, baby. He jerked his shirt from his pants before returning to his fight with
the belt. God, touch me. I m burning alive.
The belt came loose and a second later her hands were there with his, dragging
open the snap to this jeans as he fought to release his cock. Her lips covered the mark
she had made so many years before, suckling at it hesitantly, her tongue flickering
teasingly now despite the mewls of protest vibrating against his skin.
A second later, he was free. Kane s rough shout of pleasure shocked him as Sherra s
hand attempted to wrap around the thick stalk of flesh. The wounds to his shoulder
were forgotten. Reality no longer existed. Kane could feel the blood pumping hard and
heavy through his veins as pleasure became a firestorm, searing every cell in its wake.
Her hand moved on the sensitive flesh of his cock, flexing, caressing, driving him
insane with sensations as he fought to hold back. He couldn t throw her to the shelf and
fuck her like the animal he could feel rising inside him. But he wanted to. God help him,
he wanted to taste the sweet juice he knew flowed from her pussy and then he wanted
to fuck her. So deep, so damned hard she would never deny him again.
Yesss& He hissed out the word as he felt her moving lower, her breath moist and
hot as she sought out each sweat-dampened area of sensitivity. Across his chest, down
his abdomen. His cock throbbed eagerly. Lower& if he didn t get the bulging head of
his erection in her mouth he was going to go insane. If he did get it in there he would go
insane.
He groaned heavily when her tongue touched him. He could feel it, blistering hot
and so damned good he barely restrained the release he could feel boiling in his balls.
Damn you, he panted, lost in the haze of lust filling him, one hand gripping the
base of his cock, the other tightening in her hair. Suck it, Sherra. Wrap your mouth
around my dick before I lose my mind.
But he was losing it anyway. He heard the small, strangled moan from her throat,
felt it as he surged hard and heavy past her lips. His eyes opened as he stared
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desperately at the racks of weapons on the wall in front of him. He wouldn t look
down. He wouldn t tempt his control&
Her hands were wrapped above his, gripping his dick, milking it as her lips,
reddened and full, stretched around the engorged head. Her tongue flicked over the
tight flesh, her moans rising as a small amount of pre-come ejaculated into her hot
mouth.
He was close, too close, and she was pushing him to the edge. He shook in the
storm surging through his body, the lust, the emotion, the need and pain that had built
through the years. And he knew, no matter the demand of his body, this could never be
enough. He could come in her mouth forever and he d still be hard, furiously erect and
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