Drake Sisters 03 - Oceans of Fire

small little frenzied sounds escaping her throat.
    Aleksandr stripped the classy pin-striped trousers from her hips, urging her to step out of them. She kicked off her heels and allowed him to move her away from the clothes. He whirled her around and backed her up to pin her body between his and the wall. Her white silk shirt gaped open, giving him tantalizing glimpses of her full breasts peeking through flesh-colored lace. A tiny black thong covered only Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    a fraction of her red tight curls and three V-shaped straps cuddled the top of her buttocks.
    Aleksandr’s mouth was rough and greedy with hunger on hers. She was giving herself to him, but it wasn’t enough. A part of him was angry with her, furious with her that four long years had gone by and she’d left him alone. Forced him to be without her. That she could just walk away and not look back.
    That he had been alone in a living hell without her, while she went around the world doing whatever it was she did. He tore the artfully placed combs from her red hair so that it tumbled down in wild disarray, just the way he loved it.
    “Tell me you love me.” He ordered it gruffly as his mouth left hers to find her throat, licking and sucking at her soft skin. He trailed kisses lower until his teeth found her sensitive nipple and he had her arching against him, her head thrown back and her breath coming in small gasps.
    It wasn’t enough, her surrender, her offering. She had been his, her body given to him and then mercilessly taken from him. He licked and sucked at her nipples, his hand sliding over her stomach to the thatch of red hair. Tiny beads of moisture welcomed him. “Damn it, Abbey, tell me. Say it out loud and you’d better mean it this time.”
    She cried out when his mouth took possession of her breast, suckling, teeth scraping her nipple gently, little nips and teasing bites. His fingers sank into her waist as he held her pinned against the wall. She tried to tear at his clothes; her hands at the zipper of his trousers and the feel of her fingers brushing against him, her throaty cries, and moist sheath nearly drove him mad. Only Abbey could destroy his control this way. It was only her body that made him crazy with need.
    He was desperate for her, desperate to bury himself in her hot, tight sheath, to feel her so wet and ready for him. To know she needed him every bit as much as he needed her. He wanted to see her eyes glaze over with lust as he drove her body to the point of release over and over again. He wanted to know her little desperate cries were for him alone.
    “Hurry, Sasha.” She could barely get the words out, panting as she tried to drag his clothes from his body. “I can’t wait to feel you inside of me.”
    He loved the little thong, but it had to go. He yanked the thin strip of material from her body and dropped it carelessly aside as he dropped to his knees and shoved her thighs apart. “Damn it, Abbey, do you have any idea how much I missed you? Missed the taste of you? The feel of you wrapped around me? The other night wasn’t enough. A lifetime will never be enough.”
    Her fingers tunneled in his hair, tried to yank him up where she could get to him, but his hands caught the soft curves of her bottom and his tongue swept over and into her. She screamed, her body jerking in his hands, but he held her firmly, fingers massaging while he lapped at her heat and fire. He had dreamt of this night after night, waking with his body raging at him and the taste of her still in his mouth. She came, her orgasm rocking her, so that her legs buckled.
    Aleksandr caught her around the waist and lifted her in his strong arms, bracing her against the wall, and drove into her hard, without preamble, burying himself deep inside her throbbing, pulsing sheath. She was fiery hot. Hotter than he’d ever felt her before. His hands were rough, his demands rough, but Abbey took him into her, panting, crying for more, her nails digging deep, head thrown back and breasts swaying with each hard thrust of his hips.
    There it was, the glazed look of complete surrender, of ecstasy that captivated him. She burned for him, matching his ferocious needs with her own, offering him her body as a refuge, as a playground, as an Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    instrument of intense love. She gave him everything and no one would ever match