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down her arms at his actions.
    “What’s it say?”
    “You mean you can’t read Chinese?” Rayne breathed as he licked over the ink again.
    “Nope.”
    “Some spy you are. It stands for strength.”
    “Ummm, I like it.”
    “Th-thanks…” Rayne would’ve said more, but Ghost was obviously done talking about her tattoo because he’d begun slowly lapping at her clit. He hadn’t wasted time working up to it, he’d just gone right for the gusto.
    “Ghost…Jesus…oh my God…yeah…shit…”
    Ghost gripped Rayne’s hips tighter as she squirmed in his grasp. Once he had her where he wanted, he didn’t want to waste any more time. She smelled divine, and he could see her lips glistening with her juices. He suddenly needed to see her come apart in his arms, to let go, to trust him to bring her there.
    He felt her fingernails digging into him as she tried to hold on to something. Ghost loved hearing her incoherent mutterings as he feasted. His hands were busy, so he couldn’t use them to help her get off, so he lowered his mouth and tasted her with one long lick between her folds. She was dripping wet, and Ghost pulled back for a second to take a good look at her pink slit.
    She continued to squirm in his grip and he grinned. God. She was amazing. He lowered his head and once again set to work trying to get her to explode in his mouth. He flicked his tongue hard and fast against her clit and used his chin to rub against her lower lips.
    “Yeah, right there. Harder…shit…yeah…Ghost…I’m gonna…”
    She didn’t have to warn him, Ghost could read the signs. He continued his relentless pressure on the small bundle of nerves as she hunched up toward him and quivered and shook as her orgasm overtook her. He lowered her hips to the mattress but didn’t stop his assault on her clit. Finally having a hand free, he brought it up to her entrance and slowly pushed in one finger as he continued his fast, hard licks against her.
    He groaned as he felt her hot sheath clench around his finger. He pulled it out and added another. He kept a slow and steady rhythm as he pumped in and out of her. Ghost felt Rayne’s hands move to his head as she tried to push him harder against her.
    He pulled back a mere inch and blew on her clit. He glanced up and saw she was watching him. “You like what you see, Princess?”
    “Uh-huh.”
    Without losing eye contact, Ghost said, “This is what passion is. It’s getting lost in what’s happening to your body. To want to watch your lover take his pleasure. You’re beautiful, Rayne. Fucking beautiful.”
    Her head dropped back on the pillow at his words and she groaned. Her hips shifted under his hand, urging him to continue. Ghost bent his head down and re-concentrated on the task at hand, making sure Rayne was as lost to the passion blooming between them as he was. Ghost enjoyed giving head, but usually it was a means to an end. The wetter he could get a woman, the better the sex was for him.
    But with Rayne, it wasn’t like that. Seeing her orgasm under his tongue made him feel as if he was the king of the mountain. It wasn’t about her taking a turn so he could get to his. He’d be happy making her come over and over again, even if he never got his shot.
    It was that thought that made every muscle in his body tense, including the fingers deep inside her body. His teeth accidentally closed over her sensitive clit, and even though he immediately relaxed his grip, it was too late, she exploded once again in his arms. Ghost could actually feel her juices coat his fingers and she squeezed them until they ached. The thought of her doing that when his cock was inside her was almost too much.
    He brought the hand that had been under her down his body and ruthlessly grabbed the base of his cock, preventing himself from exploding all over the sheets. Jesus fucking Christ.

Chapter Nine
    G host was a man who always kept control of everything around him, including his body. The fact