"He gave her another hard kiss and she could feel his shaft grow monstrously erect against her leg. As he bunched up the fabric of her dress, his breathing came in ragged spurts. He slid a hand up her thigh. Hot and completely aroused, Isabella sucked in a sharp breath. Her folds flooded with moisture in anticipation of his fingers reaching her center. Like a silent thief, Draven's fingers stole inside her pantalets and combed her soft curls. Carefully but very firmly, he located her damp petals. As he captured her mouth, his fingertips caressed the sensitive skin of her flanges and while his hand moved in tighter circles toward her center, she spread her legs so that he could delve a finger inside her. At the feel of it, Isabella swore she could see the gates of heaven."
"He wanted to teach her slowly, to bring her gently to erotic life. But her words fueled his need, and his need was so much more desperate than he had realized. His staff was swollen near bursting. Near pain. He wanted hours to please her. Instead, he found himself lowering her to the bed beneath him. He pulled her gown up to her waist; he bared her round pink breasts. She wore nothing underneath her gown. He positioned his aching length between her soft thighs. His staff met damp curls, a warm and slippery woman's entrance. His blunt, hard tip pressed against her moist opening. He groaned with the force of primal lust. Her legs wrapped around his, angling her firm bottom for his entry. His staff pulsated, and her woman's mound throbbed, too. It was delicious sex, pure and untarnished. He drove himself deep inside her and her soft flesh squeezed tight around his length."
"Tangled round each other, they kissed. Starving, open-mouthed desperation. Kisses of shared loneliness. Of painful separation. Of heartfelt love and renewed fascination. Hip rocking, blood-thickening and gunmetal hot."
"With a groan like that of a wounded bear, Morgan dropped his full weight to his elbows, brushing back her hair and kissing her tenderly on the nose. His heart pounded against hers. His breathing was labored. And she became aware of every steaming inch of him that touched her naked skin."
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