Sea Haven 01 - Water Bound

turned ragged and broken.
    Lev!
    There it was again, his name whispered inside his head. A moan of need, a heady sound that made his cock throb and jerk with demand.
    I’ve got you, luybimaya moya, you’re safe with me. He answered with the intimacy of telepathy. He needed to be in her head with the same desperate need his body felt for hers.
    She swallowed hard and nodded, her gaze never leaving his. He slid his finger into her slick, welcoming heat. Her hips bucked and her lashes trembled, her lips parting in a startled gasp. She went still, her eyes swallowing her face.
    “I’m not hurting you:” He made it a statement. She looked frightened, but her body responded with a flood of liquid honey.
    She frowned and he couldn’t help himself, he leaned down to kiss her again, robbing her of what breath she had left. His finger began to circle her sensitive bud, gently, getting her used to the sensation. She cried out into his mouth, a strangled gasp of pleasure. He smiled as he lifted his head to look once again into her eyes.
    “Tell me.”
    “More. I want more.”
    He nipped her chin with his teeth. / intend to enjoy myself as I get to know every inch of you . I’ve been waiting to see if you taste as good as I think you do . He was burning up, need clawing at him with greedy hunger.
    His cock lay pressed against her thigh, raging at him with a fierce, almost brutal desire.
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    Her hands loosened in his hair and moved to his shoulders, a test maybe, to see if he liked her touch. He craved her hands—and mouth—on him and he let her see it with the images in his head, with the pleasure in his eyes.
    More . That single word was all he could articulate, even in his head.
    His control was slipping fast, the intensity of his need shredding his discipline. He wanted it gone, wanted this , a ferocious love that would consume the two of them, that would burn hot and long and melt them together.
    Rikki traced the muscles in his back, touching scars here and there, lingering for a moment to puzzle out what caused each of them. His face was a mask of sensuality, his eyes were intensely blue and filled with a dark lust that thrilled her.
    She moved against him, a slow sensuous ripple, her body sliding enticingly against his. Surprise flared in his eyes, and he dropped his head, licking along her breasts and down her ribs, exploring with teeth and tongue and lips. Her seeking fingers stroked near the hard length of his heavy erection as it lay against her thigh. She felt the breath slam out of his body, felt the tremor that ran through him.
    Every single place his teeth nipped or his tongue rasped sent hot licks of arousal sizzling through her skin to her most feminine core. Her temperature soared and she couldn’t stop tossing back and forth on the bed or writhing under his assault. It felt so good it bordered on pain, but in a good way. It was shocking and exciting.
    His hands spread her thighs and he bent his head, his teeth sinking into her inner thigh. She cried out, a soft plea for more as heat poured into her body.
    His hot breath pulsed over the junction of her legs, nearly driving her wild with need. “I lay next to you night after night thinking about this, dreaming about it.” The dark love in his blue gaze shocked her almost as much as what he was doing.
    His hands lifted her hips as he lowered his head and he drank. Rikki heard herself scream—the pleasure swamped her, rocking her into a fevered insanity. Her fingers clutched his shoulders, desperate to anchor herself with something solid. Her head tossed back and forth on the pillow, and she was helpless to stop it as wave after wave of sensation rushed over her. Greedy for her taste, he licked and sucked, making no apologies, taking his time, using his tongue to penetrate first shallow and then deep. Tears burned behind her eyes and there was little air in her lungs, but she didn’t want him to stop.
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    Fear clawed at her as she recognized that he was consuming her with his lust, binding them in such a way that neither would ever be free. It didn’t matter. Fear didn’t matter, only the spiral winding tighter and tighter deep inside her, threatening her very sanity, mattered. She heard another sob, knew it was her, and she pressed herself hard against him as his tongue stabbed deep, driving her to the very brink, but not tipping her over the edge.
    Lev! It was the third time she had cried out his name, and this time she was pleading.
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