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Tamlin let out a low snarl of approval, and I bit my bottom lip as he removed his pants, along with his undergarments, revealing the proud, thick length of him. My mouth went dry, and I dragged my gaze up his muscled torso, over the panes of his chest, and then-"Come here," he growled, so roughly the words were barely discernable.I pushed back the blankets, revealing my already naked body, and he hissed. book-quotelovesexyeroticaPlease," I gasped out.He just brushed his lips against my jaw, my neck, my mouth."Tamlin," I begged. He palmed my breast, his thumb flicking over my nipple. I cried out, and he buried himself in me with a mighty stroke.For a moment, I was nothing, no one.Then we were fused, two hearts beating as one, and I promised myself it always would be that way as he pulled out a few inches, the muscles of his back flexing beneath my hands, and then slammed back into me. Again and again.I broke and broke against him as he moved, as he murmured my name and told me he loved me. And when that lightning once more filled my veins, my head, when I gasped out his name, his own release found him. I gripped him through each shuddering wave, savoring the weight of him, the feel of his skin, his strength.For a while, only the rasp of our breathing filled the room.I frowned as he withdrew at last-but he didn't go far. He stretched out on his side, head propped on a fist, and traced idle circles on my stomach, along my breasts. book-quotesexeroticanew-adult-romanceI moaned then, tilting my head back to give him better access. His hands clamped on my waist, then moved-one going to cup my rear, the other sliding between us.
This-this moment, when it was him and me and nothing between our bodies …
His tongue scraped the roof of my mouth as he dragged a finger down the center of me, and I gasped, my back arching. "Feyre," he said against my lips, my name like a prayer more devout than any Ianthe had offered up to the Cauldron on that dark solstice morning.
His tongue swept my mouth again, in time to the finger that he slipped inside of me. My hips undulated, demanding more, craving the fullness of him, and his growl reverberated in my chest as he added another finger.
I moved on him. Lightning lashed through my veins, and my focus narrowed to his fingers, his mouth, his body on mine. His palm pushed against the bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs, and I groaned his name as I shattered book-quoteeroticanew-adult-romancenew-adultCassie," I growl at the young brunette. "How's the sobriety?"
Alex brought the submissive to us. She's an addict that he councils at Transcend. I don't want to be mean to her right now, especially since my best friend brought her here, but I'm furious and she's an outlet. She can't strike back.
"Ninety days sober," she says with pride.
"That's awesome," I say enthusiastically and smile at her. "I love how we have to give fuck ups a medal when they behave. I would think it should go to those who never fuck up. What's the incentive to behave if all you have to do is get shit-faced and steal shit for years and then ninety days on the straight-and-narrow we have to pat you on the back for being a good girl," I say in a saccharine voice.
She gazes at me with huge, glassy brown eyes. I can see the tears forming. Cassie worries her full bottom lip between her teeth and tries not to blink.
"But hey, what do I know. It just seems like the system is flawed. The good little boys and girls just don't get the recognition that a crack-whore thief gets," I shrug.
Cassie blinks and the surface of her tears breaks and they finally slide down her cheeks in shame.
"But go you!" I shout sarcastically. I give her a thumbs up and walk down the hall.
"Cold… that was just cold, dude," Alex chuckles at me.
That was so bad that I have to laugh or I'd puke. I shake my head as my belly contracts from laughter.
"Score on my newest asshattery?" I ask my partner in crime. If I didn't have him I'd scream. I'll owe Master Marcus forever. He stripped me bare until Font was naked in the impact room at Brownstone I trained in. Alex walked in and shook my hand- instant best friend.
"Ah…" He taps his chin in thought and the bastard tucks his black hair behind his ear. I growl at him because he did it on purpose. He knows how much I miss the feel of my hair swinging at my jawline.
Alex arches a perfect brow above his aqua eye and smirks. He runs his hands through his hair and groans in pleasure.
"8.5. It was a decent attempt, but you pulled your hit. You're too soft. I bet you were scared you'd make her relapse."
"Yeah," I say bashfully.
"Not happening, bud. I'm just that fucking good. I better go do some damage control. Don't hurt any more subs. Pick on the big bastards. They may bite back, but their egos are delicate. book-quoteeroticabdsm
