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pleasure, to drive her wilder with mindless need.
     
    She had begun to thrash restlessly against him by the time he had thoroughly anointed her neck and throat, traced the dip at the base of her throat and examined the upper slopes of her breasts. The tips of her breasts, swollen now almost past bearing as was the lips of her womanhood, had begun to throb almost as painfully as an aching tooth. She clung to him desperately, arched, trying to press those aching buds against him.
     
    The thirst arose to feel his mouth on hers again. Instead, he nuzzled his face deeper into the valley between her breasts, nudging aside the loosened neck of her gown. Skimming one hand up from her waist, he cupped a breast, kneading it, pushing it through the opening. The jolt that went through her as his hot mouth closed over the distended tip almost bereft her of consciousness. The air left her lungs as if it had been punched from them. Her belly clenched almost painfully with the first tug of his mouth.
     
    Mindless with the avalanche of sensations jolting through her, she plowed her fingers into the cool silkiness of his hair, clutching at his head, uncertain herself of whether she most wanted to push him away or hold him more tightly to her. The tease of his tongue and warm adhesion of his mouth created sensations that were too keen, too intense to be borne. Tiny animal-like sounds scraped her throat with the panting breaths that were all she could manage to try to fill her lungs.
     
    She’d begun to think she would faint with the torture when he released the tip and then a vast sense of disappointment filled her until she realized that he had merely moved to seek her other nipple. She froze, steeling herself against the sensations she expected and yet desperate to feel them, and still the first tug of his mouth on her stole her breath.
     
    She strummed her hands over every part of his flesh she could reach, stroking and kneading his flesh like a contented cat, begging wordlessly for more and then more still as she felt the hunger grow more desperate, coil more and more tightly throughout her body.
     
    His caresses did not appease the need and she could not think what would, she could only clutch and cling and arch against him as the fever in her blood rose higher, begging him wordlessly to end her suffering. And then, as he moved to torment the first breast again, she could no longer contain herself to silent suffering, to the moans and gasps she couldn’t contain. “Please,” she whispered brokenly. “Please.”
     
    He lifted his head, looking at her, she knew. With a tremendous effort, she lifted her lids to stare back at him, moistened her fever dried lips with her tongue. “Nightshade,” she murmured in distress.
     
    He surged upward, opening his mouth over hers and sending her mind reeling closer to the darkness of madness, but as he surged upward to claim her mouth, he caught her thigh, dragging her leg upward and to the side, and with it her gown, to allow his hips to settle between hers. The moment she felt his engorged member press against the swollen lips of her sex she knew exactly what she desperately wanted, needed. She arched against him when he pressed into her again, spreading her thighs wider, reaching down to take his manhood in her hands and push him inside of her.
     
    Frustration filled her when she realized she couldn’t reach him. She lifted against him more demandingly the next time, rotating her hips in a desperate attempt to engulf his flesh as she felt the head of his cock breach her nether lips and slide tantalizingly along her cleft.
     
    He tore his lips from hers. Sucking in a harsh breath, he shifted to one hip, grasped his member and aligned the head with her opening. Eagerly, she surged upward to receive him, uttering a grunt as she felt him stretching her, breaching the opening. He surged again, recapturing her mouth and spearing his tongue into the wet recess as his cock plowed more deeply