Free Kiss of Heat by Lora Leigh Page A

harder, male groan echoed around them when her tongue peeked over, swiping against the mark slowly, the slightly rough rasp tearing through his nerve endings and drawing every muscle to a breaking point as his head fell back, grimacing in an agony of sensation.
    As delicately as a kitten she tested the taste of his flesh, tempted the control he was exerting over the ravenous need rising inside him. She licked the hot little mark with a sensuality that destroyed him as she tasted his skin, each small caress making her move against him with more demand, the heat between them rising.
    His jeans were a restriction he could no longer bear. With one hand at her head, the other moved between their bodies, his fingers struggling desperately with his belt as he fought to release his agonized flesh.
    “Oh God! Kane, please…” Her hands were tight on his waist, her voice thin with denial and protest despite the hungry licks against his flesh.
    “Sherra, baby.” He jerked his shirt from his pants before returning to his fight with the belt. “God, touch me. I’m burning alive.”
    The belt came loose and a second later her hands were there with his, dragging open the snap to this jeans as he fought to release his cock. Her lips covered the mark she had made so many years before, suckling at it hesitantly, her tongue flickering teasingly now despite the mewls of protest vibrating against his skin.
    A second later, he was free. Kane’s rough shout of pleasure shocked him as Sherra’s hand attempted to wrap around the thick stalk of flesh. The wounds to his shoulder were forgotten. Reality no longer existed. Kane could feel the blood pumping hard and heavy through his veins as pleasure became a firestorm, searing every cell in its wake.
    Her hand moved on the sensitive flesh of his cock, flexing, caressing, driving him insane with sensations as he fought to hold back. He couldn’t throw her to the shelf and fuck her like the animal he could feel rising inside him. But he wanted to. God help him, he wanted to taste the sweet juice he knew flowed from her pussy and then he wanted to fuck her. So deep, so damned hard she would never deny him again.
    “Yesss…” He hissed out the word as he felt her moving lower, her breath moist and hot as she sought out each sweat dampened area of sensitivity. Across his chest, down his abdomen. His cock throbbed eagerly. Lower…if he didn’t get the bulging head of his erection in her mouth he was going to go insane. If he did get it in there he would go insane.
    He groaned heavily when her tongue touched him. He could feel it, blistering hot and so damned good he barely restrained the release he could feel boiling in his balls.
    “Damn you,” he panted, lost in the haze of lust filling him, one hand gripping the base of his cock, the other tightening in her hair. “Suck it, Sherra. Wrap your mouth around my dick before I lose my mind.”
    But he was losing it anyway. He heard the small, strangled moan from her throat, felt it as he surged hard and heavy past her lips. His eyes opened as he stared desperately at the racks of weapons on the wall in front of him. He wouldn’t look down. He wouldn’t tempt his control…
    Her hands were wrapped above his, gripping his dick, milking it as her lips, reddened and full, stretched around the engorged head. Her tongue flicked over the tight flesh, her moans rising as a small amount of pre-come ejaculated into her hot mouth.
    He was close, too close, and she was pushing him to the final edge. He shook in the storm surging through his body, the lust, the emotion, the need and pain that had built through the years. And he knew, no matter the demand of his body, this could never be enough. He could come in her mouth forever and he’d still be hard, furiously erect and dying for the liquid heat contained within the snug grip of her pussy.
    His hands were hard, perhaps too hard, he feared as he pulled back, dragging her against him. He lifted her to