Free Lycan on the Edge: Broken Heart Book 13 by Michele Bardsley Page A

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    pleasure, and then he gave the same treatment to
    the other nipple.
    “You taste good,” he said against her skin,
    licking the flesh between her breasts, trailing his
    eager tongue to her collarbone. Sophie’s lips found
    the shell of his ear, the strong column of his neck,
    the underside of his jaw. She adored the feel of his
    hot skin against hers.
    She tugged down his boxers and grasped the
    hard length of him. Trent returned the favor by
    dipping into her panties, sliding through her curls,
    and rubbing her sensitive clit.
    He leaned down and kissed her. He tasted like
    mint toothpaste and vanilla coffee. How did he
    manage to taste so delicious? She put her arms
    around his neck and pulled him close. She
    deepened the kiss, drinking in his essence, pouring
    out the emotions he invoked in her.
    TRENT WANTED TO taste every inch of her. He
    couldn’t resist spreading his fingers across her flat
    belly. He moved his hands up her sides, his palms
    grazing against the fullness of her breasts. Her
    rough gasp excited him.
    He nuzzled her neck.
    She turned her head and kissed him. He almost
    melted under the onslaught of her mouth. Men were
    not supposed to turn into big, gooey puddles when
    women kissed them. But this was not a tender
    assault. Sophie’s lips spoke of need and hunger.
    The flickering of her tongue shot darts of desire
    through him. Every thought in his head was for her.
    He burned for Sophie.
    SOPHIE SIGHED AT the soft, warm feeling of his
    mouth, and he captured that small breath, tracing
    his tongue along her lower lip and brushing her
    face with his calloused thumb. She threaded her
    finger into his hair. Trent continued to tease her
    with his tongue, tasting the corners of her mouth,
    tracing the seam, nibbling on the fullness of her
    lips. Light and heat danced through her. She
    throbbed with need, a living thing that devoured
    her senses. She opened her mouth to accept his full
    kiss, mating her mouth to his, teasing him as he had
    teased her.
    Sophie pulled Trent closer. Her nipples
    hardened as they made contact with his chest; they
    became pinpoints of sensation as Trent’s hands
    found them and tortured her with strokes and tugs.
    Little flames of desire flickered, ignited, exploded.
    Sophie shuddered as desire rippled over her. As
    Trent kissed her, Sophie’s restless hands eagerly
    sought sensitive skin and smoothed over hard
    muscles. He stilled when she grasped his shaft
    again and groaned against her mouth when she
    stroked him.
    TRENT’S DESIRE COMBUSTED. He brushed
    the inner skin of her thighs; his hand slid up, up, up
    until he reached the most sensitive part of her. She
    gasped, moving against his palm, the nails of her
    free hand digging into his back as she stroked him
    with the same rhythm of he used on her. Sophie’s
    low moans and clutching hands were aphrodisiacs.
    Trent was hard and ready, but he wanted Sophie’s
    gratification more than his own. He bent his head
    and suckled her breast, laving it with his tongue.
    “C’mon, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Let go.”
    She did, arching, grasping, shuddering. Before
    she had time to recover, he slid a finger inside her
    and re-built the fire.
    Sophie’s scent wrapped around him.
    “I need you.”
    Trent grasped her waist and pulled her in for a
    mind-numbing kiss. She felt her bones melt,
    leaving her rubbery and unable to stand on her
    own. She threaded her fingers through his long, soft
    hair, and poured her heart into the kiss.
    He eased himself between her legs, the head of
    his cock pressing on her hot, wet entrance. “Yes?”
    he asked.
    “Yes,” she said. “Yes, yes.”
    He stroked his length inside her, and she
    welcomed him by wrapping her legs around his
    hips. His thrusts matched her eagerness and the
    pleasure surrounding her centralized, building with
    each stroke. She gasped, grabbing his shoulders
    and moving against Trent’s hardness. The pressure
    built, her pleasure swirling and