Аннотация
Cole swal owed and the aching hunger that had been driving his emotions and actions swel ed to new levels. “God, El e,” he groaned, his voice thick and husky, “you are so incredibly beautiful.”
El enor arched her back, twisting, her body begging to be touched. Cole complied. He bent down and closed his mouth over hers for a long, searing moment.
El enor gripped his shoulders. Her body was screaming for more of his touch. His fingers were tormenting her with their light, stimulating caresses.
She needed his mouth on her, tasting her as he did before. “Please, Cole, touch me.”
“I am, love,” he whispered and brushed his mouth against hers.
“No,” she moaned. “Touch me,” she begged, only half aware she was voicing her uninhibited request,
“like you did before.”
Cole knew exactly what she wanted, what her body longed for, and reveled in the thought he could make such a beautiful, strong woman weak with need for him. “Tel me. Tel me exactly what you want, El e, and I wil give it to you…”
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