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shot of pure male possessiveness.
    Tasting Candy

    “Do you want this with me, sweetheart?” he asked. Her eyes darted open. He pinned her in place with the heat of his steel gaze. “Do you want everything? Because that’s what I’m offering. I can’t do this half-assed. I need it all or nothing.”
    “I do want this with you, but I-I’m nervous.”
    Candice’s voice was so thin and small, Blade had to strain to hear. The fear in her voice helped him to stay in check, to remember she needed loving, not ravishment. She needed to know a man in the most intimate of ways, but she had no clue how to go about it. She was innocent and naïve. Any man would be lucky to have a woman so giving and trusting in his bed. That he was that man had Blade flushing with warmth and pride.
    “That makes two of us, baby.” It was nothing short of the truth. He’d never been nervous with a woman. She wasn’t just any woman, though. This was Candy, and he wanted badly do this right.
    Her eyes registered disbelief, compelling Blade to prove his point. Holding his hand palm up, he admitted, “I’m trembling like a lost pup here.”
    She reached out and took his hand in her own, then brought it to her mouth and placed a tender kiss to each of the spots she’d bandaged earlier. Emotions threatened to overwhelm Blade.
    Her curls covering her from his view shone invitingly in the soft light created by the lamp. He could just barely make out her pink clitoris. She was all soft and swollen and incredibly feminine. Suddenly, as if he were willing it to happen, a small drop of moisture trickled out.
    He lowered his head, helpless to deny himself a small taste of her tangy juice, and lapped up the solitary drop of dew. He grew so hard and thick, he thought he’d burst. Blade touched her smooth slit with his tongue, and she moaned his name. Candice’s legs started to come together as if to stop the sensations rioting through her body, but he captured both silky thighs in his callused hands and pulled them apart again. Blade held them firm while he nibbled her clit and sucked her as if she were a ripe peach. She tasted every bit as sweet as he’d imagined. Blade swiftly became an addict. Candice’s barely-there womanly scent and dewy heat was enough to drive him right over the edge.

    Anne Rainey
    He would never be able to get enough. With her wild brown hair and tight, perky body, Candice was tailor-made for him. From his position on the floor, he used his fingers to hold her slick, swollen lips open for another lick. She was starting to let herself go, moving against his face and arching off the bed as if she couldn’t quite control her own actions. He loved seeing her so wild, her worries and fears abandoned as she gave him what he wanted. Pure, uninhibited passion. She was so beautiful. More beautiful than a rugged construction worker deserved.
    Blade let go of one of her sleekly muscled thighs, pleased when she didn’t try to close them again, then continued to ply her with his tongue, swirling and circling her distended clit. He managed to slip a single finger into her opening, but Christ almighty, she was tight. Too tight. He was terrified that no matter what he did, no matter how long he took to ready her for the invasion of his cock, she’d still feel discomfort. He could
    never live knowing he’d hurt her, even in the midst of pleasure. He would have to be even more careful than he’d first suspected.
    Gentle as he could be, Blade eased inside her narrow passage, slowly moving in and out as he watched her face for any signs of distress or panic. All he saw was his sweet Candy, completely lost to the torrent of feelings he elicited. The notion that no other man had ever made Candice moan and writhe in ecstasy gave him a predatory feeling he’d never known before.
    He moved farther inside her sweet little pussy. Candice’s body gripped him, sucked his finger in even more so there was a torturous kind of suction when he brought