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will not dishonor my future husband, or my own family.”
     
    His fingers closed around her wrist almost bruisingly.
     
    She thought that he would fling her hand back her, shove her away. Instead, he dug the fingers of his other hand into her waist and dragged her flush against his body. “Then I should drink my fill,” he growled, releasing his hold on her wrist to spear his fingers through her hair and cup the base of her skull. The swiftness of his moves dragged a gasp of surprise from her which he used to his advantage. Dipping his head, he covered her startled lips with his own, plunging his tongue into her mouth.
     
    A shockwave rolled over her. Thoughts scattered before it like leaves tumbling in the wind. She lost none of her primal senses, however. Indeed, she was left with nothing else, not even the ability to close herself off from them.
     
    The heat and moisture of his mouth inundated her senses, creating a heated whirlpool inside of her that threatened to suck her down into a place of dark chaos. The rush of his ragged breath and the skate of his tongue along hers filled her senses with him, his taste, his scent.
     
    Pleasure blossomed inside her, swamped her senses. She lost awareness of self, of place, of time as he explored her mouth with his tongue in a restless quest to know every inch of the sensitive inner surfaces of her mouth and tongue that left her weak and trembling, struggling to catch her breath. She had not even realized that she had placed her palm against his hard chest when he had released her wrist to capture her head for his kiss until her fingers curled into his flesh, seeking purchase, an anchor as weakness flooded her.
     
    There was no thought of selfless giving as her fingers crept from his hard chest to his neck to pull her closer to his warm, hard length, no thought at all, as if her body acted independently of conscious thought. Hunger drew her, the same need as a flower tilting its blooms to catch the warming rays of the sun, opening itself to the heat it needed. And when she found that she could not quite reach, she pushed herself up on her toes, the better to reach him.
     
    The movement brought her breasts against the rapid rise and fall of his chest, teasing the tips and sending another wave of exquisite sensation through her body as blood flooded her nipples and they became hard, tight little buds. A tremor went through him that was so hard it echoed through her. His arms tightened almost crushingly around her pulling, lifting. Her mind whirled dizzyingly then righted itself as he turned with her.
     
    She felt the softness of her bed beneath her back and then his weight settled on her, pressing her deeply into the cushioning softness. Coolness wafted over her legs as his legs tangled with her own. His man root pressed against her mound, producing an ache within her belly. Hot moisture flooded her woman’s place as he arched against her again.
     
    She met his thrust when he pushed against her again, tilting her hips so that the pressure of his member nestled closer to the place that ached for his possession.
     
    He made a sound deep in his throat. Dragging his lips from hers at last, he sucked in a harsh breath as he dipped his head to explore more of her flesh with his lips and tongue. A tingling rush went through her as his moist, heated breaths caressed the skin of her neck. His mouth closed over the ear nearest his search and the sensations were so intensely pleasurable she shook with the tremor that went through her. His tongue followed, tracing the convoluted shell with the same thoroughness that he had explored her mouth, touching off more tremors, sucking the air from her lungs.
     
    Yes, the word echoed through her mind as he finished his hungry exploration and moved lower, following the ridge between her ear and her shoulder, more, please. She might have uttered the words. She wasn’t certain, but he seemed to know every patch of skin to caress to give her