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aggressive emotion. There were times in his work where he needed to use those traits to survive, but never toward her when they were intimate. She smiled and knew this was right.
    Dropping to her knees, she pulled him closer, slowly circling the head of his shaft with her warm tongue. Gripping his hips, she pulled him forward, swallowing and relaxing her throat in a slow, tortuous cadence that brought her face to his groin. Her fingers cupped and massaged the heavy sacs she knew would soon be slapping her wet folds in a carnal, staccato rhythm. She was ready.
    Riordan jerked and groaned deep in his throat at her teasing pace. When she began to move faster, using her hands, tongue, and lips in a firestorm of pleasure, Jordan began to hum in contentment. She was a giver. This pleased her immensely. Releasing Riordan’s cock with a resounding pop, she looked up at him from under her lashes. He was panting like a marathon runner and watching her like a predator. Her usual fear was that she would confuse .sexual aggression with physical aggression, yet, surprisingly, those tendrils of fear never came. They never came.
    Standing quickly, she circled behind him and released the sash. Leaning into his back, encircling his waist, she laid her cheek to his back and whispered, “I want to try with you, Viking. Like a normal woman, happy and…in love.”
    Riordan’s abrupt turn made her step back, her calves hitting the bed behind her.
    “Thank God,” he responded. “If I don’t taste you soon I will explode.”
    As she brought her mouth to his in a luscious, soul-searing kiss, Jordan’s body ignited in a way it hadn’t ever before. She reveled in the tactile euphoria; his hands in her hair, her sensitive nipples scraping the hard planes of his chest, the feeling of wanting to be so far inside him that she wanted to be covered by him physically, emotionally. She felt a relief so profound tears began to fall as she wrapped her legs around him and he fell onto the bed with her in a mass of arms and legs.
    She watched Riordan take hold of her ankles and slide to the base of the bed. He spread her wide, running warm, wet kisses down her calf before nibbling on her luscious thigh and taking a long swipe of her dripping pussy. She jackknifed off the bed when he dove into her core face first, his tongue circling her sensitive entrance and his nose grinding against her clit. He swept his tongue up and suckled the growing bud, growling around the bundle of nerves and sending streaks of lightning up her spine.
    He inserted one, then two fingers into her core, stretching the tight ring of her entrance before massaging the deeper muscles more firmly, pressing harder as his tongue tasted each side of her clit. When he finally sucked the precious bead into his mouth and feasted, pumping his thick fingers inside her with vigor, Jordan found her second orgasm of the day. Her thighs locked around his ears and her hips pushed her wetness tight against his face. The only portion of her body supported by the bed was her head and shoulders as he held her hips aloft, drinking in every drop she was gifting him.
    When the tremors finally died and he lowered her slowly onto the bed, Jordan felt Riordan’s warm breath traveling back up her rounded stomach to pay some long-needed attention to her hard, sensitive nipples.
    Holding himself above her, Riordan grasped the root of his hard shaft and massaged the weeping head through her folds. She shivered in pleasure.
    “Ready, love?” he asked.
    “God. Yes!” she breathed out harshly.
     
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    Jordan’s now pliant muscles allowed Riordan to hook one leg over his shoulder and hold the other ankle to the side as he slid home. Balls-deep and still searching, he was stunned by her tightness, almost to the point of virginity with no barrier to breach. This was the most pleasurable torture he could ever imagine. Every grasping muscle hugged him and pulled him deeper into her being. When he finally