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sighed, and placed his lips just above the arches of the heart to place a
    gentle kiss there.
    Keenan was stroking the lush hair back from his high forehead, grazing his
    widow’s peak with her thumb, but when he lapped her between the legs, she sucked in
    a breath and her fingers tightened in his hair. She heard him chuckle a moment before
    both his hands were at the apex of her thighs and his thumbs were easing her folds
    aside. His hot breath on her most private of parts caused her to squeeze her eyes tightly
    closed then bury the side of her face in the pillow.
    The heated scent of her sex—wet and spicy—drew him like a magnet and he flicked
    out his tongue to drag it up one fold, across the clit and down the opposite fold. He
    probed gently at her opening then licked his way up in quick little laps until he could
    wrap his lips around her.
    “Oh my God!” she whispered as he drew on that sensitive area. He was nibbling
    her and sending shock waves of pure delight racing along her spine. She removed her
    hands from his hair—fearful she would tug too sharply—and slammed them down at
    her sides, gathering the coverlet in her fists and twisting the fabric as he continued to
    mouth her.
    Fallon felt like a starving man. His nostrils were filled with the musky aroma of her
    juices as she wriggled her hips beneath his tender assault. He’d never taken so much
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    time with a woman before—had never wanted to—and he was surprised at his reaction
    to a woman he’d developed an instant disliking to.
    His hands were splayed along the creases of her taut thighs, his thumbs holding her
    apart for his tasting. Though he’d gone down on women in the past, he’d never taken as
    much pleasure from the act as it was giving him at that moment. Not a woman among
    them tasted as sweet and intoxicating as this one. He could hear the blood rushing
    through his veins in anticipation of impaling her upon his shaft, and that shaft was as
    hard and thick as he could ever remember it being. Yet he continued to lap at the juices
    that flowed from her as her hips undulated and her thighs tensed.
    “Please!” he heard her whisper.
    A slow, crooked smile peeled his lips back and he slithered up her, sliding his body
    over hers, pushing her thighs farther apart with his knees and fastened his lips to hers,
    his tongue probing deep.
    Keenan could taste herself on his tongue and her womb leapt. She brought her
    hands up to clutch at his back—fingers flexing beneath his shoulder blades. Her legs
    went around his waist and she hooked her ankles together, drawing him as close to her
    body as he could get, the weight of him lying atop her so divine it made her shiver.
    Fallon reached down for the straining flesh that was aching to plunge between her
    legs and guided it to her hot core. He stroked her with the rigid cock—smearing the
    pre-cum along her vaginal lips—and lifted his mouth from hers. He gazed down into
    her face, watched as she moistened her lips with her sweet little pink tongue, took in the
    need glowing in her hazel eyes then thrust slowly into her body. Once the tip was past
    her wet folds, he slipped both his hands beneath her firm ass and lifted her toward him,
    settling their groins tightly together as he buried his cock as far as it would go inside
    her.
    Oh God, how he filled her! she thought as her nails dug into his back. He was
    stretching her so possessively—not moving, just lying there looking down at her,
    waiting for her to adjust to his thickness, his length.
    “Okay?” he asked in a voice so soft he didn’t recognize it.
    She nodded, unable to speak past the lump lodged in her throat. Her eyes were on
    his handsome face, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her need so great she wanted to
    writhe against him as though she were an eel.
    Very slowly at first he began to ease in and out of her moist channel. She knew he
    was gauging the discomfort she might be feeling and tightened