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I don’t want to feel!
    It was too late, though. He released a gusty sigh, as if he released his held breath, and as I took his essence inside me. It decimated every chaotic thought, made me feel weak and heavy, eager, needful even before his lips brushed mine and opened over them.
    The little resistance I still clung to crumbled when his tongue breached the barrier of my lips and raked along them, filling me with the taste of him—like dark, sweet wine, mixed with his masculine spice. My fingers dug into the hot flesh beneath my palms. For several moments, I remained completely passive, enthralled by the dizzying effect of his taste. One large hand stroked down the curve of my back, came to rest on my ass before he gently squeezed. An involuntary moan escaped, opening my mouth to his deeper exploration. Explore he did, diving in, tasting, sucking on my tongue. I lost awareness of everything else but him, and the blooming aching need between my thighs.
    My fingers curled around his hard bicep, nails digging into his smooth, white s kin.
    A shudder went through him. He slipped his palm from my cheek to the base of my skull, spearing his fingers almost painfully through my hair, his hand on my ass tightened, as he lifted, drawing me higher against his body, closer. My breasts brushed his chest with every movement, my nipples filled with blood, they stood erect and were exquisitely sensitive.
    One arm, crushed between our bodies, prevented me from feeling more than a teasing touch of skin against skin. With a determined effort, I managed to dislodge it and hooked both arms around his neck, drawing myself upward, closer, but focused almost entirely on the heat of his mouth and the stroke of his tongue as he explored my mouth thoroughly.
    Abruptly, he snatched me off my feet, brought me tight against his chest, turned, and stepped toward the sleeping platform.
    In two strides, he reached it and almost dove onto it, somehow managing to settle both of us on top of the mat without completely breaking contact.
    A moment of doubt arose in me when he pressed his body against mine. The hot evidence of his arousal brushed against my inner thigh , and then he slipped down and opened his mouth over mine, banishing all thoughts, possessively taking , demanding a response, his hands stroking every inch of my exposed skin within his reach.
    The hunger and urgency of his caress sent a lighting bolt of need straight through my core. My belly clenched, warmth flowing through it. Dizzy and disoriented with the heat rising inside of me to fever pitch, I clung, then released my grip to explore any part of his body I could reach, unable to identify anything beyond smooth skin and taut muscles. I whimpered in protest at the sudden loss of his body heat as he lifted up, separating our bodies , b ut his exploring hand stroked over my belly and through the brown curls of my mons , before dipping into my moist cleft. A jolt of keen sensation went through me when he parted my tender folds and zeroed in on my clit with surprising accuracy. The first stroke of his finger over the sensitive nub knocked the breath out of me.
    He stilled at the sound I didn’t realise I made, at the hard jerk going through me. Breaking the kiss and withdrawing his hand at the same moment, he stared down at me with a mixture of confusion and uneasiness.
    “You hurt when I touch?”
    I blinked trying to comprehend his question.
    “Oh , no, y… you didn’t hurt me.” I grabbed his wrist and pushed his hand back between my thighs again, arching up to meet his touch. I felt his gaze on my face while he carefully searched again for the nub.
    Another groan rose in my throat, when he found it and another hard jolt of pleasure shot through me.
    “Oh, yes, Morrdrook, there!” I gasped, catching one of his fingers and guiding it in the motion driving me toward mindlessness.
    Releasing a harsh breath, he shifted to burrow his face against my throat, upper chest and breasts,