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my wet slit, making me wetter, his saliva mingling with my own wetness. He licked back and forth, side-to-side, front to back, just along the inner, ultra-sensitive edge of my labia, his tongue sliding beneath lace. The dual sensation of tongue and lace between my lips made me crazy. I was wet and slick, ready and needy for more, but he made me wait, licking where he wanted and not where I needed him to be, torturing me with his gentleness.
    “Please Garrett, make love to me now!”
    “I am making love to you, Kitten.”
    “I want you inside of me, now!” I growled.
    Garrett flicked his tongue deeper between my labia, pressing his tongue inside me, withdrawing to run his tongue over my clit, replacing his tongue with a single finger, entering me softly, slowly, sliding back and forth, in, out, causing me to writhe beneath him, screaming. Pulling his length over me, he pressed his lips to mine, his finger still sliding in, out, his mouth tasting of me. “Is that what you had in mind, Kitten?”
    Panting, smiling, I answered, “I was thinking more along the lines of your big ass dick, but if you think that’s the best you can do, I’ll take it.”
    “You are such a bad girl, Kitten.” He growled, flipping me onto my stomach, pushing my knees under me, pulling my panties down to give me exactly what I wanted. He filled me in one long, solid thrust, hitting the wall of my insides. I gasped, embracing the small pain.
    Garrett withdrew a little, sliding in and out so softly.
    “No!” I screamed into the pillow, wanting it hard, wanting what that first thrust had promised. “Take me hard, Garrett, please take me hard.”
    “No, Kitten. I promised to make love to you. No pain tonight.”
    His dick slid in and out, so unbearably soft, I arched, pressing up, pushing my ass into him, trying to get the most out of each soft slide. Slide, slide, slide.
    “You are killing me!”
    “No, Kitten, in the months to come, you will remember this night, this softness…this gentleness will be what you crave—not the pain. Lord Fyre will overwhelm you with pain and I will be your soothing balm when you close your eyes at night. You will remember me making love to you.”

    I awoke in the early hours just before dawn to find him rising, dressing. I caught his hand and pulled him back down. He didn’t resist.
    I traced the long, defined line of his arm, veins standing out, touchable blue beneath the skin, his fine, dark hair soft. He sat there, watching me memorize him. “I don’t want you to go.”
    “Staying will only make it harder, Kitten.”
    “I don’t want you to go,” I whispered, tugging his arm to pull him toward me. “Kiss me once more so that I can remember the taste of you in my dreams.”
    He reached out and brushed my bangs out of my face, leaving his hand at the top of my head as he looked into my eyes. His other hand reached to cup the side of my face, and still he made no move to kiss me. I was afraid he would refuse.
    “What are you doing?” I whispered.
    “Memorizing your face, Kitten. Three months without your beauty…” He didn’t finish the sentence. He lowered his head and kissed me, softly, gently, even sucking my bottom lip into his mouth with an utter tenderness that made me cry—warm liquid tears that slid over my cheeks without stopping—he was saying good-bye. I was saying good-bye and suddenly, I wanted him to make love to me softly. So softly that the memory of it would keep me sane while I was away from him.

Chapter 2
    I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naive or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.
    -Anais Nin
    Kitten
    Tearing through the thick undergrowth of the shadowy mini-forest between my backyard and the community park, I questioned my sanity, but I felt better than I had in weeks, even though I was running late, though only by