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each thrust of the appendage. Instead, he plundered her mouth completely,
subduing any attempts she made to reciprocate. It was like being taken or
marked. Branded. The word came to mind and fit perfectly.
    She curled her fingers into his biceps, kneading his arm
through the thick terrycloth covering his skin. It was all she could do as he
completely ravished her mouth. His tongue moved with swift certainty, allowing
her no secret niches. In seconds, he knew every inch of her mouth and lips.
    A whimper escaped her when he broke the kiss. She stared at
him, her body aching for him, while her mind swirled with a jumble of emotions.
“Orion.” What else could she say? Nothing came to mind. It was unusual for her
not to be articulate, but with him, it seemed unnecessary. Their bodies,
rubbing and pressing so close to each other, seemed more than capable of saying
anything that needed communicating.
    “Natalie.” His eyes seemed a darker shade of black than they
had before. His breathing was as ragged as hers, and his chest vibrated against
hers with each breath. He bent forward to press his forehead to hers, his hands
holding her cheeks in a tender, yet immobile, grip.
    “We shouldn’t do this.” Logic was trying to reassert itself,
despite her body’s urgings to ignore it. “We work together.”
    “Fuck it.” The expletive seemed to echo around the kitchen.
“You are mine.”
    She shivered at the intensity in his voice. A frisson of
fear skittered down her spine, but a wave of desire swept it away when he
cupped her breast. Looking into his hungry eyes, she knew she had nothing to
fear from him. Her head fell back when he thumbed her nipple through the
well-washed cotton. The material abraded the tender peak in a delightful way
that had her squirming. She arched her hips, rubbing her pussy against his body
in search of stimulation.
    Orion surprised her by lifting her around the waist. Shame
flooded her and she wanted to protest. She was too heavy for a man to lift her.
Natalie would never be the heroine swept up by the hero and carried somewhere
romantic. Even as the notion formed, he was lifting her onto the island,
seemingly with no effort. She tamped down the urge to say something, to
apologize for her size. It would only ruin this moment, and she didn’t want that.
Orion was definitely not faking his ardor, so clearly, he didn’t care that she
was full-figured.
    Natalie gasped when he forced her down so that she was lying
across the length of the island. His hands were urgent on the buttons of the
pajama top and he seemed on the verge of tearing the garment from her. Excited
by the idea, she rubbed against his stomach, hoping he could feel the wet heat
of her pussy through her panties and the cotton pants.
    It seemed like forever before he conquered the buttons and
pushed open the top. Natalie watched his face, searching for a hint of ridicule
or repulsion when he saw her full stomach. His eyes held only appreciation as
he gazed at her large breasts. “Do they please you?” she asked in a breathy
whisper.
    “More than anything. I love a woman with generous breasts.”
Orion cupped them, each one in a hand, his thumbs caressing her large nipples.
“So beautiful. I love your nipples, Natalie. They’re so red, like luscious
strawberries. Ripe, sweet berries…” He lowered his head. “Inviting a taste.”
Orion swiped his tongue across one nipple, causing the already rigid bud to
harden even more. “Juicy.”
    His mouth sent numerous sensations through her. She clutched
a handful of his dark hair to anchor herself when he sucked the nipple and part
of the areola into his mouth. She arched her back and cried out as he sucked on
her breast. His tongue was delicious torture against the sensitive peak. Each
swirl and thrust made her hips jut higher. As he worked one breast with his
mouth, the other received an equal measure of attention from his hand, tugging
and twirling that nipple until the pleasure was