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His other arhs, forcing them to part as he jerked her to hiainst his chest

Sensation tore through her nerve endings Crista felt her back arch, a shuddering breath ripping fros as fire and ice seared her nipples, then tore a ragged, ecstatic path to her woather her breath to protest, before she could form the protest, his head lowered, his lips stole hers, and for the first tiht years, Crista relived that first fiery kiss, that first tree that every part of her, heart and soul, belonged to Dawg

THIRTEEN

Crista wasn’t aware of when he released her wrists; she was only aware that the second his lips parted froone

Her hands tightened in his hair, she lifted closer, a keening cry leaving her throat as her nipples raked over his chest, and the deniainst the saturated flesh of her pussy

"You like that, don’t you, Crista?" He shifted against her, raking his chest over the sensitive tips, watching her face as she fought to hold back another cry

"I like that," she ad violently as his calloused palms rasped down her naked back

"I always loved your hands, Dawg Always loved your touch"

She arched, her head falling back against the mirror behind her as his hands lifted her closer, his lipsher flesh before his teeth rasped over tender nerve endings

"I drea faltered as her eyes drifted closed "So long I drea those first pain-ridden h the loneliness of the years she had spent away from home, she had dreamed of him and his touch

"Did you dreah, his voice was but a breath ahead of the silken rasp of the beginnings of a beard along his cheeks and jaw

"I drea at hi between the for the zipper of his jeans, for the fierce, thick flesh beneath

His chuckle was a low breath of arousal and denial

His hands caught her wrists, dragging theet to savor you"

"No Dawg" She shook her head, ht of what she knew he intended What he had done that first tirowled

Then he was drawing back fro to the bed, tossing her to it before he followed

He didn’t give her time to protest what she kneanted, what she wanted His hands i her knees up as his head bent to the wet flesh aching for his touch

"Oh God Dawg" She arched, she h the saturated folds "Yes Oh yes, I need this"

She needed She hungered for it

He growled against the swollen curves, licked, his tongue hness around her swollen clit as she stretched beneath hi to hold back her cries

"You taste like fucking sury Harsh But she knew that voice, it wasn’t anger that drove him, it was a surfeit of lust that poured fro couldn’t believe hoeet and hot she tasted Smoother than whiskey, yet s

He buried his tongue in the sweetness, licked and sucked at it, tried to draw enough of the creamy syrup into him to sate himself on the taste of her

If he could ever sate himself With each lick, each taste, he only burned for ile bud of her clit into his ue before he released it

"More," she whispered breathlessly "I like that Oh I like that soforthe saturated curls, feeling her syrup cling to theue as he licked around the swollen little bud of her clit once again

"I love it," she whiainst his tongue, al in his jeans He ild for her, driven by a hunger that made no sense to hiht with the need to taste her, touch her, fuck her

She belonged to hiht came from he had no idea

But it was there, suddenly so h his body

"I can’t breathe," she panted, arching, writhing beneath hiht, echoing with her own hunger