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.To protect her from everything,especially the shit that lived inside of him.The darkness that had him fucking up everything that evermattered to him.He almost pulled away.Almost gave up this dangerous, decadent pleasure that felt as necessary tohim as breathing.But then she gasped out a plea, a brazen, broken demand that grabbed onto him withferal claws and yanked him back under.And he knew God help him, he knew that not even thethreat of destroying Jamison as he had Carrie could make him stop.Using his free hand, he reached behind her and freed the back clasp of her bra.Then he let go of herwrists just long enough to rip the thing off.He had to taste her, had to feel her lush, gorgeous nipplesin his mouth, had to devour her before he imploded.Sinking to his knees in front of her, he relished the feel of her hands digging deep into his hair,enjoyed the sharp tug on his scalp.The little pinches of pain that only made the pleasure sweeter.Then he forgot everything but the ecstasy of her body as he buried his face in her breasts in whatwas very close to a frenzy.He reached for control, but it eluded him, slipping through his fingers likeso much magic.Reached for patience, for delicacy, but he had none.Not now, not this time.Instead, he latched on to her nipple and sucked it hard into his mouth.Jamison whimpered, her fingers flexing convulsively in his hair.For a moment he feared he d beentoo rough, that he d crossed the thin line between pleasure and pain that he so liked to flirt with.But her hips were moving, shifting, pumping restlessly against him and he knew she was with him all theway.He bit down softly on her nipple, prepared to take her deeper into the maelstrom of desire thathad them in its grip.But when she moaned and clutched at him, he was the one who went under.&Jamison gasped, trembled, tried to press herself even closer to Ryder.He was killing her with hispatience, killing her with his ability to hold off his own need so that he could stoke hers.She wantedhim, needed him, was on the brink of ripping his clothes off and forcing him to fuck her and he wasacting like he had all the time in the world.But, God, he felt good against her, so good that she was going to lose it completely if he didn t dosomething soon.He d barely touched her and already she was trembling on the brink of orgasm, readyto fly over the edge at the slightest provocation.She tried to fight it, tried to hang on.She d waited so long for this moment, had dreamed for somany years about what it would be like to hold Ryder, to kiss him, to fuck him, that she wanted tomake it last forever.Especially since there was no guarantee this would ever happen again.Though she didn t tell him would never tell him of her desperate, shadowy thoughts Ryderseemed to understand her need to draw this out.Or maybe this was just the kind of lover he was, slowand thorough and determined to draw every last ounce of response out of her.Whatever it was drivinghim, she was grateful.And determined to enjoy the ride.But then Ryder bent to her breast, nipped at her areola, and her body wigged out, a scream offrustrated need welling up inside of her.The only thing that kept her quiet was the knowledge that hewould finish things finish her if he realized just how torturous his attentions were becoming forher.But when he bit her again, then carefully laved the sting until only the memory of it remained, shelost the fight.No man should be so tender and so controlling, so selfless and so domineering all at thesame time.How could she resist him? How could she keep herself from falling even more deeplyunder his spell?She couldn t.The thought tore at her even as she clutched his head to her breast, relishing the soft,sweet brushes of his tongue and lips. Ryder, she whimpered as he nibbled his way across thevulnerable underside of her breast. Please.I need you. Oh, baby, he murmured as he moved to her other breast. I m just getting started. Please, she gasped again, her fingers clutching at his shoulders as she sobbed out his name.Herbody wasn t hers to command anymore, her voice and thoughts and movements taken over entirely byhis mouth, his touch.By him and his indomitable will.Ryder shifted, once again catching her wrists in his big, talented hands.Then he pulled themforward, clasping them in front of her body with one hand.  What are you  Her voice was husky with desire. Look [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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