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to meet his sure strokes. Her breast tingled where his mouth plied it. Hewent deep, held and then slowly withdrew, going deeper still when she groaned.He twisted his fingers gently inside her moist box until he found thatmysterious spot that drew him like a magnet.

The moment he touched that button withinher, Shanee bore down on his fingers and wrapped her arms around his neck topress his mouth firmer over her breast. His teeth were grazing her nipple,plucking at it, grinding it tenderly, and she was on fire with a lust that sentwaves of heat coursing through her entire body.

“Ailyn,” she said, and the word was apleading, a begging and a needing that set his own soul aflame.

He pressed deeply into her, suckled hernipple hard, stabbed its swollen tip with his tongue and felt the ripples ofpleasure undulating through her moistness.

“Ailyn!” she shouted, her body quivering aswave after wave of intense pleasure moved through her. She rode thatconcentrated tickle, ground against it, pushed up toward it and it seemed to goon and on and on until she couldn’t take the enjoyment any longer. “Stop.Stop!”

Very slowly he withdrew his fingers andwith his gaze fused with her half-lidded, sated one, he brought those fingersto his mouth to lick away her juices, to taste her, to revel in her spilledpassion.

She drew in a harsh breath as she watchedhim. Never had she seen anything so carnal, so forceful. It sent ripples ofdesire through her, igniting her senses. Her breathing was so erratic shethought she might pass out from the sheer intensity of the passion that hadrocked her to her foundation.

When every bit of her moistness was gonefrom his flesh, he smiled lazily at her. “Want to taste me now?” he asked in adeep, throaty growl.

“Aye,” she said, and sprang up and over himwith such fierce purpose she surprised him. His laugh was all the goading sheneeded to position herself between his legs—her knees spreading his thighsfarther apart—and sit back on her haunches to stare down at the perfection ofhis hard cock.

His was larger than any man’s she’d everseen. Even Tariq seemed small in comparison and she thought that man’s root tobe massive when she’d surreptitiously ogled it. Ailyn’s shaft was long andthick with prominent veins running along its length. The glistening head wasdarker than and as soft as a baby’s ass when she touched it with the tip of herfinger. His sac was full and pendulous as she slid her hand beneath him to heftthe weight of those hairy orbs.

“You should be sculpted,” she said in awe.“At the very least painted.”

He stretched out his arm so he could trailhis fingers down her breast. “Paint me with your saliva, ionúin. Thatwill be art enough for me.”

Completely amazed, her hand shook as shewrapped her fingers around his erect length, she was further stunned to findshe could not encircle that straining flesh completely within the span of herclosed grip. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. Her eyes met his.

“When the time comes, it will fit,” he toldher.

“I’m not so sure,” she said breathlessly.

“I will stretch you on me, little Amazeen,”he said. “And I will seat myself so deep in your cunt you won’t want me towithdraw.”

She had no doubt of that. Just staring downat that magnificent rod made her insides quake with a need so powerful shethought she well might come with him in her hand.

“I’ll never get all of this down mythroat,” she said. He was so long she could put both hands around him.

“Probably not, but you can try,” he saidwith a wag of his thick black brows.

And try she did, bending over him to takethe head between her lips. Her jaws reacted to the stretching as she suckledhim. She relaxed her throat and slid him as far into her mouth as she couldwithout gagging and didn’t begin to touch the base of that huge shaft. She pulledhim out, swirled her tongue over his slit, suckled him, drew on his head andlowered her lips over him once again with her hands twisting gently,alternately in opposite directions.

Ailyn cupped her head between his hands andlifted his hips so she didn’t have to bend over too far. He bent his knees andpressed them against her shoulders, widening his legs even farther for her.

He tasted salty and spicy at the same timeand she wondered what he had eaten to give his juice that piquant flavor. Itwas not in the least offensive but rather aphrodisiacal and it was playing hellwith her need to have him inside her.

“Easy, sweeting,” he whispered. “It hasbeen a long time since I’ve had a woman pleasure me and I am ripe to bursting.”

She pulled away from him and looked up.“Then come, my warrior,” she said. “Come hard and come long. I am ready foryou.”

Ailyn’s body shuddered at her words and assoon as her mouth closed over him again, he spilled his seed into her waitingmouth, flowing down her relaxed throat, and shivering as though with the agueas she swallowed his essence—her tongue and the roof of her mouth milking himof every last spurt. He experienced such a strong climax, such a thoroughlyexhilarating fulfillment, he doubted it could have been any better.

It had been over twenty years since AilynHarmattan had lain with a woman. The last time had been on his father’s ship ina stolen moment with a yeoman whose name he could no longer remember. He hadbeen young, virtually inexperienced, and the only memory of that quick,clandestine foray into carnality had been the young woman’s eagerness to suckhis cock though she hadn’t wanted it inside her. He had yet to know thepleasure of sliding between a woman’s thighs and he looked forward to themoment he could claim Shanee Iphito as his mate.

He shuddered again as she straightened upbetween his legs and licked her lips, her eyes locked on his.

“You are more man than this woman has everseen,” she told him.

He held his arms out to her and shestretched out atop him, turning her head so her cheek rested on his muscularchest.

“And you are all