Drake Sisters 03 - Oceans of Fire

switched his attention to her other breast, his teeth taking tiny nips and his tongue flicking hotly over her skin as he kissed his way to her abdomen and the little golden chain.
    Her breath came in gasps, her fingers biting deep into his shoulders. His hands were everywhere, shaping every curve, finding every shadow, tugging on her nipples and stroking her until she was spiraling out of control right along with him. There was a plea in her voice as her hips shifted continually beneath him.
    “I love this red lace,” he whispered against her belly. His hands parted her thighs as his chin rubbed the damp lace. He inhaled her scent. Her fragrance enveloped him. He remembered it so vividly, the taste and scent uniquely hers. His teeth teased the lacy fabric over her pulsing mound.
    “Sasha!” Abigail sounded hoarse with need.
    His tongue slipped through the lacy holes and stroked deep. She bucked hard beneath him, nearly coming apart in his arms.
    “What are you doing? It’s been so long. I want you inside of me.”
    He smiled at the demand in her voice. “I want to have all of you. Even the parts you don’t want to give me. Everything.” His tongue slid deep again, a foray through lace, robbing her of breath. “It isn’t my fault these panties are in the way.”
    Her hands pushed at them frantically. “Get them off. Hurry. Take them off.” She kicked her feet until her high heels went flying.
    Aleksandr stared down at her face, the glazed look in her eyes, the way her breasts heaved through the lacy bra. Her skin was flushed and sensitized, so beautiful his heart ached. He ripped the lace with one smooth motion, giving him full access to her body. He stroked his palm over her, sank his finger into the Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    intriguing dampness. Her muscles clenched hard as he widened her thighs, slipping between them. “I’ve missed the taste of you.”
    He lowered his head to her, his mouth finding her most sensitive spot. He took his time, suckling, licking, driving her to the very edge of control and holding her there. Her body pulsed with arousal. She pleaded with him, fists back in his hair, tugging at him as fire raged through her bloodstream and her body wound tighter and tighter.
    Abigail was on the verge of insanity. He was making hot sensual sounds of pleasure as he ate at her, licking and biting gently. He sounded desperate for her, yet he didn’t take her, didn’t fill her or allow her to come when she needed release. His eyes were so dark they looked black. He looked so hungry, a dark desire etched deep into the lines of his face. His fingers replaced his tongue as he bent forward and rubbed his face along her stomach. Her womb clenched and another cry escaped.
    Aleksandr shifted positions, rising above her onto his knees. His body was hard, muscles defined, his shoulders wide. She’d forgotten how large he was. Kneeling between her legs the way he was, even with her body pulsing with need and damp with welcome, she had that one moment of uncertainty.
    “We’ve done this many times,” he reminded her as he pressed the large head of his erection against her.
    He pushed into her tight folds, stretching her slowly. He gasped. “You’re so damned tight, Abbey.” His breath was ragged, matching hers. She was tight and so damned hot he wasn’t certain if he was in paradise or hell. He had never wanted her so much and the sensation was somewhere between sheer ecstasy and pain as he drove deeper into her body.
    Heat and fire lashed at her body, spread and consumed her. Abigail felt tears on her face and wondered how she’d ever lived without him. She had wanted to hold part of herself safe, but he was taking everything she was, demanding it all, and she couldn’t stop the wealth of need pouring through her. Her body melted around his, became part of his. Skin to skin they rocked, hips finding the perfect rhythm, his body surging hard and fast and deep into hers. She rose to meet him, tightening her muscles around him to hold him to her. She was certain she wouldn’t survive, that she would die with him buried deep inside of her as her body wound tighter and tighter with the need for release.
    He plunged into her with hard desperate strokes while her body pulsed and throbbed around his. His hands gripped her hips, allowing him to drive down into her, fierce thrusts that sent shock waves through her body. Sensations poured into her,