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The Lover

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“Temptress,” he murmured.

Perhaps she was indeed a temptress, Sabrina thought triumphantly. In truth, there was a brazen little witch inside her she’d never before perceived.

Emboldened, her fingers curled more tightly around the heated shaft, squeezing gently, exciting her as well as him. She was dazed, heady with the incredible power she felt as he opened himself to her touch…the sense of being in control, a realization of her own femininity. He was all hers, to do with what she would.

“I want to please you,” she murmured.

“You do please me, lass.”

Unconsciously she allowed her instincts to take over, fondling the soft sacs beneath his rigid member, squeezing, kneading, teasing….

When she saw the intent lo

ok of pleasure on his face, Sabrina recalled what Niall had once told her…that one day she would willingly kiss and caress him between his thighs, pleasuring him with her mouth the way he had her.

Still holding him in her hand, she boldly bent her head. Shivering with delight, she pressed a kiss on his hard flesh.

“Sabrina…” His voice was throaty, rough—and yet he had no desire to protest the swelling sublime anticipation as she ventured further into the realm of wicked passion.

Incredibly she lowered her lips again to his throbbing groin, where his manhood strained in hot, unrelieved arousal. Niall sucked in his breath sharply when her warm mouth lightly caressed him.

“Is…this,” she asked uncertainly as she drew back a little, “the correct way?”

“Exquisitely correct,” he rasped with a husky laugh.

His rough chuckle disintegrated into a strangled moan when, with her tongue, she lightly traced the pulsing length of his erection. It quivered at her touch, growing perceptively.

“And this…?” She licked him tentatively, with a sensual innocence that was maddening.

“Sweet mercy, aye.” His hand involuntarily came up to cradle the back of her head, offering guidance as she tongued him. “God…what you do to me.”

Erotically she roamed with slow thoroughness, instinctively experimenting with her unskilled caresses, tasting Niall as he had done her…savoring the feel of his beautiful manhood throbbing, begging for her touch…reveling in the power of his body…relishing the novelty of having her sensual, carnally sophisticated husband at her mercy.

And then she took him in her mouth.

Niall arched on the plaid as desire shot through his groin, white-hot and explosive. Pleasure poured through his senses as she sucked gently, and he groaned, the sound agonized in the hush of the night. He had taught her too well.

His hand clenched in her hair. “Sweet saints, you’re testing my fortitude, love. If we continue this, I’ll not vouch for my control.”

“Good,” Sabrina murmured, intoxicated by her feminine power. Her hunger turned to greed as she feasted on his sweet, marble-hard flesh.

“Bonny witch…come here…”

Swept away by the fierce thundering of his blood, he reached for her and dragged her into his arms, his body hard with need, taut against her softness. “Ride me…”

His gaze plunged deeper into hers as he positioned her above his wild pulsing erection, anticipation screaming through his senses. Niall made a deep raw sound as he felt her glide lusciously around him, his lips parting as they emitted a broken breath. Agony, he thought, sheathing himself to the hilt in her welcoming heat. Every sleek velvet inch of her.

His hands splayed possessively over her back as he penetrated deeper, then protectively moved lower, trying to still the sensual movement of her hips. When she rocked gently, he shuddered, seizing a raw breath, savage need held barely in check.

“No…” she commanded breathlessly, determined to retain control. “You are to remain still.”

“While…you…torment me?”

“Precisely.”

The fierceness of her desire to give him pleasure was part of her need for him. She glided down with exquisite slowness, then lifted herself up, until she found a sensual rhythm, her tight sheath embracing him with an urgent demand. His hands kneaded her buttocks for an instant, then clenched tightly as a violent hunger caught him by surprise. His face contorted with pleasure and pain as desire, savage and blinding, ripped through him. It was her name he groaned when he exploded into bliss.

Sabrina felt the convulsive clench of his body, every pulsebeat of his hot shuddering release as he poured himself into her.



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