Free Passion's Dream (The Doms of Passion Lake Book 1) by Julie Shelton

supple curves into the hard planes of his very male body, crushing her soft breasts against his broad chest, making her achingly aware of his prominent arousal.  His cock was enormous, pressing against her belly like a club.
    With a moan, she stiffened and tried to pull away, but his arms tightened, keeping her exactly where she was, imprisoned against him.  Except it didn’t feel like being imprisoned.  It felt like being…liberated . As if she were finally where she belonged.  Where she was meant to be .  The heady scent of soap, sweat, and pure, elemental male filled her nostrils, sweeping her resistance away on a tide of answering need.  Without volition, her arms went around him and she found herself clinging to him… clinging to him… like a vine clings to a tree.  For the first time in her life she felt deliciously, gloriously alive.  This man had awakened her slumbering body to a fever pitch of arousal she’d never known she was capable of experiencing, not even in her wildest imaginings.
    She’d never felt this way with Richard.  Not even close!  Not once in the entire three years of their marriage.  Richard, whose approach to lovemaking had been perfunctory, almost clinical.  Richard, whose favorite name for her had been “Ice Princess” because of her inability to respond to him with the degree of sexual abandon he desired.  And because of her inability to have an orgasm.  As a result he had, more often than not, taken her in anger and frustration, ultimately seeking his sexual gratification in beds other than hers.
    Remembering brought pain and Leah gave a small whimper of distress.
    Sensing her imminent withdrawal, Clay pulled her even closer, deepening the kiss to part her lips beneath his.  He swallowed her gasp of pleasure, taking advantage of her open mouth to let his hot tongue surge forward into her mouth like a marauding pirate, to explore the treasure within.  He probed, searched, excavated, until he was able to coax her stiff tongue into relaxing and meeting his in the thrust and parry of their sensual duel.
    Helpless against this carnal onslaught, she clung to him desperately, her blood becoming molten fire in her veins, raging through her like wildfire, melting her bones and roaring in her ears.
    One of his hands, which had been caressing her back, moved to the slender curve of her waist, where it paused briefly before stroking up her side, stopping at her ribcage, just beneath the gentle swell of her breast.
    Without even realizing it, she shifted her body slightly, allowing him better access and his hand closed over the ripe fullness of her breast.  Even through the thin silk of her blouse and the lacy bra beneath she could feel the heat of his skin.  His long fingers kneaded her soft flesh, then curved tenderly around the swelling curve, enabling him to brush his thumb lightly back and forth across the throbbing tip.  Her nipple surged forward, hardening under his touch and she let out a gasp.
    Jesus Christ!  Feeling her nipple grow tight under the lash of his thumb, Clay stifled a groan.  Longing swept through him.  Longing to take her into his mouth and suckle her hard tip, feeling her writhe in pleasure beneath him.  Longing to strip her to the waist and rub his face against her heated skin, hearing her little gasps and cries of pleasure as he stoked her arousal.  Longing to feel her wet, silken sheath welcoming the invasion of his cock as he claimed her.
    With a moan of distress, she wrenched her mouth away from his and sagged against him.  Her legs were trembling so violently, she would have fallen if his arms hadn’t been holding her up.  The rapid pounding of their mingled heartbeats thundered in her ear as she struggled to regain control over her ragged breathing.
    Clay’s inner struggle was even more savage than hers as he fought to keep himself from picking her up, throwing her onto the bed, yanking down her slacks and thrusting his cock into her moist,