Free His One Desire by Kate Grey Page B

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woman on the planet, but not you. What I feel for you is too intense.”
    He put his hands on her again, gripping her hips and pulling
her towards him. “If that freaks you out or scares you, tell me now. Tell me
now and I’ll let you go. Otherwise I’m going to fuck you exactly the way I want
to. And it won’t be gentle.”
    Every word he’d said illuminated the dark, formless place
inside her until she felt transparent, filled with heat and light and
knowledge. Had she sensed this about him all along? Yearned for it without
understanding it?
    Because this was what she wanted—this hard possessiveness,
this fierce passion. Her own timidity and uncertainty about sex, which other
men had responded to with patience and respect and gentle courtship, burned
away like straw in the face of Luke’s dominance.
    But she didn’t know how to say that out loud. So she turned
instead, pressing her naked body to his clothed one and burying her face
against his chest.
    “Luke,” was all she could manage, her voice muffled against
his body.
    It was enough.
    He slid his hands into her hair and urged her head back. He
looked down at her for one burning instant, and then his mouth was on hers.
    His kiss was an assault that left her breathless and
boneless. One hand moved to the back of her head as the other slid down to cup
her ass, holding her against his erection. His tongue circled hers, taking
possession, and the heat and friction made her moan against his mouth.
    He pulled back suddenly. “Spread your legs.”
    Her knees were like jelly but she managed it somehow,
widening her stance and wondering why he—
    Oh, God. He dropped to a crouch in front of her, and he was
staring at her pussy like it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. She
remembered last night, touching herself in front of him, and how Luke’s eyes on
her had made her so hot she thought she’d combust.
    He used his thumbs to open her wide, the cool air on her
hidden flesh making her shiver.
    “Do you want my mouth?” he asked, looking up at her.
    Was he giving her a choice? “I—I’ve never really been
comfortable with—”
    He leaned forward and licked her, the flat of his tongue
like wet velvet.
    She squeaked, and then she felt rather than heard his
chuckle, a low vibration against her body.
    No choice, then. The thought made her dizzy with pleasure.
    He dug in deeper, spreading her wider. She’d never been this
open, this exposed. The hard pressure of his thumbs was half pleasure, half
pain, while his tongue was a soft seduction, teasing sensation from her as he
explored her secret places.
    I’m yours.
    It was the answer to what he was doing to her, the claim he
was staking. Surrender was in her very bones, in the arch of her spine as her
body rippled with desire. She would open to him utterly. She would give him
whatever he wanted.
    She slid her hands into his hair as he drove her higher, his
tongue thrusting inside her. And now his thumb was on her clitoris and she was
so close, so close.
    Then his hands gripped her hips and his mouth was
everywhere, devouring and consuming, licking and sucking and biting. When she
felt his teeth on her aching clit the sudden pain ignited an orgasm that ripped
through her body. As she cried out his name, only his hands on her hips kept
her from falling to the ground.
    She still hadn’t fully recovered when Luke rose to his feet.
    “Take off my clothes,” he said, his voice rough.
    God, yes. She started undoing buttons, her hands shaking and
clumsy, and when she’d finished she swept the shirt open and pressed her lips
to his chest. He put a hand to the back of her head, holding her there for a
second. Then he pulled back.
    “Keep going.”
    She undid his belt and pulled it loose. Then she lowered his
zipper, revealing black boxers stretched over his erection, which was as long
and thick and hard as she’d always imagined.
    “You’re not done,” he reminded her. She fumbled at his waist
and