Free The Bond That Consumes Us by Christine D'Abo Page A

found his sides and she dragged her nails over the rows of muscles that consisted of his mid section.
    “You are perfect,” she said and moaned when she ran her tongue over one of his flat nipples. “You taste and smell and feel perfect.”
    A growl rumbled deep inside his chest, a sound she realized was his prelude to action. Taber grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her up over his shoulder. She squealed and smacked at his back giggling until he dropped her on the giant bed in the middle of the room.
    He stood above her, his chest rising and falling with his breath, faster than normal.
    She could see the impressive bulge in his pants and began to blush when she saw the small smile on his lips.
    “Are you sure you haven’t changed your mind?”
    “I couldn’t sleep last night because I kept trying to picture what you’d look like naked.”
    He didn’t move and instead reached up and ran a hand through his hair.
    “This is…different for me. With a Briel mate our minds are linked. I knew what she wanted the moment she thought it. Maybe earlier. But with you…”
    Fallon realized how unnerving it must be for him to explore this with someone not from his race. God, she could barely believe she was doing this herself. But at least this was close enough to the sex she was used to she could take the lead.
    Rising to her knees on the bed, she made her way over to the edge so she could kiss his stomach. She ran her tongue around his belly button, surprised at how close to human anatomy the Briel were. She scraped her teeth over his skin before looking up at him.
    “It’s easy. You tell me what you want, what feels good. I’ll do the same.” She kissed him again. “So tell me, Taber. What do you want me to do?”
    She could see the tangle of emotions cross his face, feel his hands clench and release, his thighs twitch. It didn’t take a genius to know Taber wasn’t a man who shared his inner thoughts with anyone. For him to actually speak the words, tell her his desires, was a true gift.
    If only he trusted her.
    “I want your hair to be free.”
    Oh yes.
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    Fallon kept her eyes locked on to his as she reached back and released the tie that held her braid in place. She didn’t rush, using her fingers to slowly part the twisted locks until they fell free over her shoulders and down her back. She very rarely left her hair like this and suddenly felt very feminine, sexy.
    Taber’s breath left him in a low hiss as she saw his cock bulge in his pants. Her heart began to race, excited by the slow intensity of their seduction.
    “Tell me,” she whispered.
    He swallowed hard. “Your shirt. Take it off.”
    Leaning back enough to give her the room she needed, Fallon pushed the shirt off one then the other shoulder, pulling her arm out of the sleeves as she did. Holding it to her breasts, she held it in place, waiting for his command.
    “Drop it.”
    The light material slipped to her waist, revealing her breasts. Taber’s groan of appreciation sent a shiver of lust darting through her pussy.
    “You are so beautiful.”
    “I want to touch you,” she said and ran her tongue over her bottom lip. “Please?”
    “Where?”
    “Your cock. I want to suck it.”
    “By the goddess, Fallon.”
    She didn’t wait any longer. Reaching for his pants she undid the opening, yanked them wide and pushed them down his hips. His cock, now free from its confines, jutted its long, thick shaft in her face. Fallon gasped at the sheer size, her heart beating in panic and anticipation.
    “Fuck, you’re so big.”
    Not wanting him to think she was intimidated, she leaned forward and ran her tongue over his purple tip. His hand cupped the back of her head, holding her still before relaxing enough to let her continue. This time, she sucked the head into her mouth where she flicked her tongue over it, swirling around it. She could taste his salty pre-cum as beads dripped from his shaft into her mouth. Taking as much of him into