Free You’ll Understand When You’re Dead: Broken Heart Vampires Book 12 by Michele Bardsley

parted her with gentle fingers. When she felt his warm mouth against her, she bucked and pushed at his head. Matt took her hands and placed them on the inside of her thighs. “Open for me,” he whispered.
    Natalie did, her body tight and needy as she lifted her knees and parted her legs for him. He kissed her very core, and then suckled the tiny nub. Raw pleasure jolted through her. Matt’s hands grasped her hips and drew her close as he sucked, licked, kissed her sensitive bundle. Whatever he was doing with his mouth created a maelstrom of wicked, intense feelings, and Natalie’s body begged for more.
    Her hands dove into his hair, pulling him still closer.
    “Let go, Natalie,” Matt said against her sensitive flesh. She shivered. “I want to taste all of you, sweetheart.”
    Natalie felt his mouth fully on her, his tongue doing wondrous, unimaginable things. She matched Matt’s flicking tongue with tiny movements of her own. The feeling built, rising, until she was straining, reaching...she arched against Matt, who continued to nip and lick and suck.
    Natalie burst into a thousand stars.
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    M ATT GROANED AS Natalie throbbed against him, her thrust his tongue inside her, tasting her orgasm as her scream of pleasure echoing through the tight confines of the minivan. He was relentless in bringing her to climax, not just once, but multiple times, wanting her to come so hard and so fast, she wouldn’t ever forget his loving.
    When she couldn’t take any more pleasure, when it edged this side of painful, he savored one last taste, and then raised himself above her, his arousal still imprisoned in his shorts.
    He gave her a moment, and when she recovered her wits, she looked at him, eyes wide, and said, “That was amazing.”
    “You are a passionate woman, Natalie.” He kissed her then whispered against her mouth, “Unzip my shorts, sweetheart.”
    Her eager hands obeyed him, and Matt groaned when he felt her fingertips lightly brush him through the briefs. He quickly shed them and gathered her close, kissing her, touching her, stroking her. He folded the top of the dress down and looked at her breasts. Firm and beautiful, the coral tips puckered in invitation. So he bent and took a nipple in his mouth, teasing it, pulling and sucking as she began to stroke his length.
    Natalie quickened her pace on his shaft, and her moan when he sucked her nipple hard nearly broke him. He wanted to plunge into her moist heat, but kept his movements slow and deliberate. No mating, he reminded himself. It would tie her to him in a way that wouldn’t be fair to Natalie. No matter what he wanted.
    Her hands were everywhere, his chest, in his hair, his arms and shoulders ... his painful arousal. She drove him wild, distracted him from the gentle seduction he wanted to give her. When her hand slipped off his erection and curled around his buttocks, urging him toward her, he slid along and between the wet folds of her womanhood, groaning at the slick, wonderful feel of her.
    It felt so good.
    Too good. He stopped and cursed. He was rock-hard with want and need. He looked down at Natalie and saw his own passion reflected in her eyes. Oh God. What they were doing. He wanted to thrust inside her, to take her hard, and make her his own. But he’d made a promise. All those self-lectures about why he couldn’t make love with Natalie incinerated under the heat of their joining, but he resisted completing the mating. Instead, he moved slowly, his cock rubbing against her clit. It had been awhile since he’d been intimate with a woman and he relished the sweet feel of Natalie’s flesh.
    He felt her thighs tremble and knew she was close to another orgasm. Both pain and pleasure swirled through him. She moaned and arched against him, offering her breasts to his eager mouth. As he teased her sensitive flesh, he felt the throbbing begin and her fingernails dug into his shoulders.
    “That’s it, sweetheart,” he said softly, coaxing her