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she floated in the clouds with heaven at her feet.
    His hands waded through her hair; the scent of her shampoo filled the air as he tightened his grip and changed the pattern of his kiss. Sinful. Blazing hot flames licked at her skin. He plunged her mouth, dominating her, enslaving her to his power. She relented, giving him everything he demanded from her.
    His hand traveled from her hair down the side of her body, releasing capsules of heat in his wake. The fever inside her made her delirious. Agitated, she parted her legs, grinding her naked pussy into him.
    “I need you. Now,” she whispered in his ear.
    He kneeled between her open legs and ripped aside her nightie down the middle, the insubstantial lace tissue in his hands as he revealed her nakedness. She couldn’t wait. She wanted him inside her, all of him. She raised herself up and grabbed at the buttons of his shirt. She struggled to part the cotton and grew frustrated with her inability to get him naked.
    “Help me,” she begged as his teeth nipped her shoulders and his tongue eased the sting. “Now. Please, now.”
    In answer, he flipped her over, and dragged her down the bed until her feet dangled over the edge of the mattress, the breath knocked from her mouth with one whoosh of a sound.
    “On your hands and knees.” She’d do anything for him, anything as long as he touched her. She tilted her head, her gaze following him as he walked to her closet, opened the door, and found her favorite red silk scarf hanging on a rail inside the door. He folded it in half and then half again and wound the fine cloth around his fists. A thrill enveloped her as he leaned over her and blindfolded her. Instant darkness engulfed her. All her senses zoomed about for a few seconds before they settled and sharpened to compensate for her loss of sight.
    He ran his blunt nail down her spine, into the curve of her ass and down between it. She shivered at his touch, at the sound of his growl as he took handfuls of her ass and separated them. She gasped when she felt the heat of his mouth near the overheated flesh of both her pussy and ass. Her hands coiled into fists as his tongue licked her, from the bottom to the top.
    His fingers delved into her soaked opening. Her spine arched as she gyrated her hips against the pressure inside her. The scissoring motion of his fingers created a deluge of hot liquid gushing out of her. Her jagged breaths almost collapsed her entire body, but he raised her up again. With his wet hand, he circled the bud of her ass. His erotic strokes on a part of her body she never allowed anyone to touch sent her over the edge. She hauled herself up, desperate to sink the whole of his finger into her virgin ass. The need so mindless it scared her.
    “Down,” he ordered, deserting her. Cool silk eased between her legs, relieving her hot pussy for a second before embossed embroidery tickled her clit—he used the decorative large, thick bolster pillow on her bed. The firm but soft log kept her legs apart, her ass in the air. He bit into her ass, hard enough to bring a small pierce of pain and erotic enough to melt her skin. His tongue circled her ass. She scooted away from him in blissful shock. Her clit brushed against the embellished rose on the cushion; she could see it her mind’s eyes, sending frissons of delight to her pussy. He rimmed her again. She rubbed her clit against the cushion again.
    “God, Declan, put something inside me.”
    His finger glided into her ass and the fragrance of baby oil permeated the air. Her nerves shattered at the enthralling penetration. Two fingers inside her and her temperature spiked into a fever. The faster he thrust into her, the faster she chafed her clit against the pillow. She quaked as he slapped her ass, loving the swift smack that heated up her flesh, begging him to do it again.
    The second sharp whack emboldened her. Spellbound, she rocked her hips, increasing the friction on her clit, taking his fingers