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bra, his hands massaging each heavy globe in turn.
When he finally bent his head and took one turgid nipple in his mouth, she
arched off the bed with the sheer pleasure coursing through her. Every suck and
sharp nip shot straight to her clit. She writhed under him, desperate for her
release.
    His smile turning wicked, he held
her down with one hand, and kissed a hot trail down her quivering tummy.
    "Lucas, please, I…"
    " Shh , Chere , we're taking this slow."
    Damn the man, she didn't want it
slow. She wanted him balls-deep inside her, riding her hard. She tugged at his
clothes with feverish movements and he laughed against her skin. The vibrations
traveled along her nerve endings and she groaned in relief when Lucas slid the
jeans down her legs, leaving her just in her arousal-soaked thong. He stood
back and a slow blush spread across her skin at his bold appraisal.
    " Tu es belle."
    Her heart felt lighter at the
approval in his voice and she spread her legs with a whispered, "I need
you."
    He growled again, his eyes eating
her alive. His shirt came off in a blur and the rest of his clothes followed.
She swallowed, a fresh wave of moisture between her legs readying her body for
his invasion. Before she could totally take in the sight of a fully aroused
Lucas, he joined her back on the bed. One of his hands settled on her lower
abdomen and he nudged her legs further apart with his hair-roughened skin as he
settled himself between her thighs. His other hand massaged her breasts until
it too travelled down to her hips. He kissed her mound through the thin barrier
of her underwear and his breath on her clitoris sent her arousal sky-high. When
he removed her thong and his fingers slid inside her to massage her intimately,
she screamed his name. Intense pleasure consumed her, her whole being on fire,
sensations spreading from her clit outwards, until all she could do was trap
his head between her legs, her hips rising up shamelessly in rhythm with the
waves of ecstasy spreading through her. Beads of sweat broke out all over her
body and he sucked and nibbled every last shudder from her until she lay
completely spent. Only then did he seek his own release.
    He entered her in one slow,
deliberate move until he was seated to the hilt. He withdrew and entered again.
Every slow stroke against her sensitive walls roused nerves she never knew she
had.   His harsh breaths in her ear
matched her moans and she dug her heels into his ass and lifted her hips to
give him better access. Together they found a rhythm, slow at first and then
with ever-increasing speed, until she once again tumbled into oblivion, dimly
aware of Lucas's own grunted release into her neck. The sharp pain against her
neck was the last thing Coralie remembered before
darkness claimed her.
     
     

 
    Chapter
Six
     
    Incessant
buzzing slowly penetrated Coralie's consciousness. She blinked against the bright sunlight streaming into her bedroom and hit the
'off' switch on her alarm a bit too forcefully. Blasted
thing. It couldn't be morning already. She had only just fallen
asleep. She untangled her legs out of the sheets and sat up gingerly. She
winced at the unfamiliar soreness between her legs, grateful that the cause of
that sweet burn was not still in bed with her.
    Heat rose in her cheeks as Coralie recalled the events of last night. So that was what
all the fuss was about, then. No wonder the French called an orgasm la petit
mort .   She hadn't known it was
possible to pass out from sheer pleasure, like she had the first time. She'd
come to in Lucas's arms. He had washed her down with a wet cloth, paying particular
attention to her neck for some strange reason, eyes filled with something that
had looked a lot like regret.   His
whispered French apologies had been delivered in between butterfly kisses along
her neck in that to-die-for voice of his, and her whole being had simply
melted. Coralie lost count how many times Lucas had
woken her again, his appetite