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her thighs apart and settled between them.
    “Grayson…”
    “Lie back,” he commanded. “Just relax and enjoy. I’m going to take real good care of you, sweetheart.”
    She felt her soaked folds parted, felt the warmth of his tongue dive between them. The first long, slow stroke wrung a startled gasp from her.
    The second had her writhing.
    When he swept his tongue over her clit, she moaned. The small bud became engorged as he suckled and licked. She could smell her own arousal, taste the musk in the air.
    Then he penetrated her with a long finger. Combined with the sweep of his tongue, the friction made her buck and writhe. Pressure built in her loins, sweet, hot and good. His rich, earthy scent of leather and forest wrapped around her like rope holding her captive.
    Her body belonged only to each gentle thrust of his hand, each warm scrape of his tongue. Against her inner thighs, his satin hair rubbed. She needed, she wanted… Fisting her hands in the tangled sheets, she groaned. Primal instinct urged her hips up, pumping harder and harder, her pussy aching to be filled.
    Pressure built in her loins, coiling in tension. So close, almost there, this thing her sisters had done, that sealed her parents together, that others had known. It felt so good. Every thought centered on the man wickedly sliding his tongue between her soaked cleft, the exquisite sensation inside her.
    She felt herself opening like a flower, a tiny bud exposed to the sunlight. Her very being rushed to her loins, every single thought scrambled as primal instinct urged her forward.
    And then he moved, a deft flick, and the tension released. Samantha felt a gush between her legs, a burst of light exploding. Her body quivered and spasmed, a hoarse scream of his name wringing from her throat.
    He kept delivering soothing strokes until the last of the spasms quieted. Utterly spent, sweat drenched her body, and she felt her fingers gradually loosen their grip on the damp sheets.
    Grayson sat up, wiping his mouth with the back of one hand. Tenderness shone in his gaze, the pupils darkening the blue until it was nearly black. He placed a single, sweet kiss on her belly.
    Then he parted her legs and settled between them. As he did, he surged forward, that hard, impatient length of him nudging at her folds. Samantha wriggled, equally impatient.
    He pushed in a little, stretching her.
    She twisted upward and he thrust hard. The pain caught her unexpectedly. She cried out, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
    Grayson held still, looking down at her. Gradually she moved, the stretching feeling now uncomfortable, not burning.
    He pulled back a little. Pushed forward. The feeling surprised her.
    “Like that?” he asked with a small smile.
    “Do it again.”
    “As you wish.”
    A delicious friction began, eliminating the discomfort. Samantha wriggled experimentally. He moved, surging forward, slamming against her, their flesh slapping together, the scent of sex and lust salting each motion.
    Thick inside her, his cock scraped against her quivering tissues. Filling her, stretching her completely, sealing them together. Grayson raised himself up as he deepened the thrusts.
    “Fuck,” he said, groaning. “Ah, fuck, you feel so damn good, so sweet.”
    The sweet pleasure built again, growing tight. Samantha gripped his biceps, feeling something deeper and darker build with each stroke.
    “Come on, sweetheart, come for me again,” he urged. “Come for me, Samantha.”
    The motion of his hips shifted as he rubbed against her clit. The push-pull combination began building the pleasure all over. Tension coiled inside her, sharp and sweet. She moved her hips upward, moving with him in unison, exquisitely tuned to this man who possessed her with such pleasure. The pressure built in her loins once more and she arched, crying out.
    He murmured something to her, whispering encouragement and her body became taut as a bowstring. With his next thrust, she dug her