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in easily, thanks to how
turned-on she was becoming. His teeth scraped down the side of her neck as his
finger repeated the motion, emphasizing just how wet she already was. “Too
late.”
    “I mean—that’s not—that’s not it. That’s not…” Her words
faded on a moan as he found the spot that made her knees buckle. Only his arm
wrapped around her kept her from falling as her hands slid down the door. He
was talking, but she couldn’t remember what she had been saying “no” to. Though
the smug amusement in his tone at her struggle wasn’t lost on her, she was
having a difficult time following his conversation.
    He kissed the side of her neck as his fingertip started to
make tiny circles on the front wall of her cunt. “I love that you get so wet
for me.”
    With an effort intended to push away from the door, Ellen
lifted her arms, but instead of pushing away, her arms folded and she dropped
her forehead against them. “Arrogant bastard.”
    Pushing two fingers up high inside of her, he twisted them
and whispered against the nape of her neck, “Tell me something I don’t know.”
    He rotated his palm on her stomach, pressing in with the
heel, magnifying the sensations of his fingers inside of her. His lips were
doing wicked things just below her ear as his mental assault picked up again.
After he’d fondled her ass in the shower, he’d turned her to focus his
attentions on her front.
    From his vantage point yesterday, her breasts, round and
glistening from the shower’s spray, filled his hands as he lifted and pressed
them together. Her nipples were rigid and dark, aching as he had circled them
with his thumbs. The image had her breasts aching for his oh-so-talented mouth
and her pussy clamping around his fingers as she began to drip down the inside
of her thighs.
    “Good. Real good.” Even though he was taunting her with his
voice so darkly sensual and his words reinforcing the rhythm of his stroking
deep inside her body, she didn’t care. Couldn’t care.
    She gave up all pretense of resistance and rocked her hips
forward. Immediately, Amdyn withdrew his fingers and slid his hand back up
between her ass cheeks, trailing a cooling line of her cream from her cunt to
her anus. Coated in her juices, his finger pushed into her back hole with
little resistance. Still, it was a tight fit and he’d caught her off guard.
When he pressed and twisted his finger in deeper, all her thoughts scattered
and there was suddenly nothing in her world but a fiery carnal sensation and
desperate need.
    Amdyn’s other hand slid up between her breasts. “Breathe,”
he commanded.
    Air rushed out of Ellen’s lungs. She fought to regain her
balance, to gain some control over the sexual images coming from Amdyn that were
making her knees shake. As he dropped his hand from between her breasts, she
started to draw in a deep breath. The sound of his zipper being lowered froze
the breath she had just reclaimed.
    He shifted and his thighs pressed against the back of hers,
the material of his jeans rough against her smooth skin. His finger pressed
deeper into her ass as his cock pushed between her legs, sliding hot and hard
over her clit. She managed to stop from saying his name, but couldn’t stop the
low moan of need that shuddered out of her.
    His sinful tongue ran up the side of her neck. “Where is
she, Ellyna?” His raspy whisper was followed by a string of kisses behind her
ear.
    “What?” She blinked, trying to focus on a clear thought.
    Amdyn growled and moved his free hand back to her front, his
fingers splaying down through her curls until they brushed the swollen nub.
“Esraina,” he said. “Where is she?”
    Ellen licked her lips and stared at the wood grain
zigzagging down the door. Sinking her teeth into her bottom lip, she focused on
keeping her secrets hers. “I don’t know.”
    “I don’t believe you.” Two of his fingers settled on either
side of her clit and she braced herself for him to squeeze.