Drake Sisters 07 - Hidden Currents

and blazed.
    His thumb flicked her clit and she moaned, her hips surging upward to try to get relief as the heat swept through her and became a fire. His mouth moved over her inner thigh again, and he blew gently into her damp heat. Rather than putting out the fire, the feel of his breath against her only ignited her more.
    His tongue slid over her sex in a long, languid, very lazy stroke, as if they had al the time in the world and he was enjoying himself thoroughly. Her entire body tightened, shuddered and she moaned low in the back of her throat. He found those little moans and whimpers vibrated through his entire body and hardened him even more. Each time he elicited a soft little cry he felt it was a claiming of her, a branding, his mark, his scent, his victory, giving her pleasure, wrapping her up in erotic bliss.
    He kissed her, tasted her, and then stabbed deep, completely at odds with his earlier slow attention. She nearly convulsed in shock.
    â€œJackson.â€
    His name hissed out between her teeth, another breathy little moan that vibrated through his entire body. Her face and body were flushed with arousal, her eyes nearly opaque, so glazed and dazed he wanted to keep her like that, head twisting desperately from side to side, her hips rising, searching for him.
    He spread one hand on her bel y, holding her in place while he lifted her hips to his mouth with the other and began to devour her. She went wild, bucking against his mouth while he played her body, enjoying the havoc he was wreaking, loving the way she panted and squirmed and tossed her head.
    Her moans were long and low and just as beautiful as the notes he created on the piano—more so. His tongue flicked back and forth over her clit and then he suckled, sending her screaming over the edge. He felt the waves of heat, the miracle of pleasure flooding her body and mind and the flow went straight to his mind and rushed to his cock.

    He gave one last lick, felt a satisfying shudder go through her and he dropped her legs around his waist and simply lifted her. El e wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face against his throat.
    â€œI love you, Jackson. I know you’re trying not to think in terms of me belonging to you, but honestly, I want to belong to you.†Her voice was a whisper, a thread of sound. She was stil trying to find her breath after her orgasm. “Make me yours. I want to feel you inside of me and know I belong to only you. I need that.†She rained kisses over his face and found his mouth almost blindly, tasting herself as their mouths welded together.
    He laid her gently in the middle of the thick rug. “You taste sweet, like strawberries. I’m already addicted. I’m going to spend a lifetime eating you up.†He straddled her, leaning down to find her breasts with the heat of his mouth.
    She gasped and arched into him. His hands came up, cupping the soft weight, thumbs flicking over her nipples, tugging and pul ing and creating a continuous streak of lightning running from her breasts to her womb. She was frantic for him, for the feel and taste of him, reaching up to cradle his head to her breasts, her hips writhing beneath him. Her breath came in anxious little pants.
    Jackson loved the way she moved against him, her body craving his. She held nothing back, a hot, sensuous woman needing him, wanting him buried deep inside her, stroking his cock with eager fingers, unashamed of her craving for him. It heightened his own pleasure to know she wanted him every bit as much as he wanted her.
    Looking into her emerald eyes, he felt a jolt of something close to fear—no, not fear: terror. From the first day he’d heard her voice in that prison camp, so long ago, she’d been his world. He couldn’t imagine what it would be like without her, he didn’t even want to know, yet he’d tried to send her away tonight. What had he been thinking?
    He rol ed off her, lying beside her and caught her breasts in his hands, tugging at her nipples, until she gasped and came toward him.
    â€œStraddle me, baby.†He wasn’t going to pin her down, not yet. Not until she could get used to his possession. There was no need to chance putting fear back in her eyes, not when they were so hot with passion. He guided her using pressure on her breasts, lifting his head to flick at the peaks with his tongue, forcing her to bend forward and down over the top of