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he wouldn’t. The thought of him
feasting on her most private area filled her with anxiety, but the expectation
of it overrode any slight hesitation. He laid her dangling legs over his broad
shoulders.
    Olivia cried out as his
tongue plunged between her soaking folds. He alternately licked, sucked and
thrust with his entire mouth. With two fingers, he spread her wide and dove
deeper.
    His thumb began a steady
massage on her hardened, swollen nub. The sensations pummeled her senses, her
hips rising off the edge of the bed. Her moans were low and guttural.
    “Yes, come for me, Liv . I want you to cry out. Christ, you taste like the
finest champagne. Perhaps soon, I will pour some in your pussy and drink from
you.”
    Gideon continued with
his oral assault.
Champagne
?
Good God, he was decadent. She loved
it.
    Olivia reached out and
grabbed a fistful of his silky, raven hair. He growled in response and sucked
and lapped at a faster pace.
    He brought her to climax
at The Riding Crop with just his fingers. This was much more intense. Intimate.
Her breathing grew ragged, and she could hold nothing back. Her low, soft moans
grew in intensity and volume. She was lost in a sensual mist. Gideon kept up
the fevered pace.
    The precipice drew
closer, and then she plunged off. She screamed his name until her voice was raw, her hips bucking off the bed with each shake and
shudder of her climax. Her heels dug into his shoulders. Gideon sat back and
watched. His obsidian eyes were alive with desire.
    He stood, grabbed her
legs at the ankles and swung her around until she lay flat on the bed. His hand
roved over his muscled abdomen and then he absently stroked his hard cock.
    “You are astoundingly
beautiful, do you know that? Every time I thought of you those three days I
drank myself into oblivion, I hardened like this. Throbbing
pain, aching for you. I lost track of the times I slipped away to stroke
my cock to release. All because of the very thought of you. No one has ever
brought me to such a state. Only you, Liv .”
    His words. There was such feeling and emotion in his deep, husky
voice. She watched as he opened the night table drawer and pulled out an
envelope. A sheath. He rolled it on, as he no doubt
had done many times before. He placed himself between her spread legs and
kissed her abdomen, his tongue swirling on her sweat-coated skin. Balanced on
his knees, his hands cupped her breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples.
His head lowered and he suckled her. The waves of desire poured through her
again.
    His touch. Incendiary in its depth, scorching heat emanated from
his mouth and talented fingers. Her back arched in raw pleasure. She had no
idea it could be like this. His hand roved downward. Gideon plunged three
fingers into her swollen quim . He stroked and
stretched her. In a matter of minutes, his fingers were replaced by something
wider, more masculine. He pushed in slightly. His head fell back and a long,
low, gravelly groan left his throat.
    His cock. He was not a small man. She knew this, as she’d heard
the stories. She’d held his thick girth in her hands at The Riding Crop and
brought him to release. As he poised at her entrance, she realized she was not
frightened. Instinctively, she knew Gideon would not hurt her. Beads of sweat
rolled down his face as he fought to keep control. The slick glide surely
caused sparks as he entered her, inch by inch. He was seated to the hilt.
Stretched and filled, her inner muscles clenched him tight. Gideon’s eyes
popped open, and he stared down at her. The muscles in his arms rippled from
his efforts. Oh, he was beautiful. His intense gaze potent
and telling. She wished to stay like this forever.
     
     

Chapter Three
     
    Warmth, heat,
comfort and contentment. Home. Like none he’d ever known. Gideon wished to stay
here forever—connected and joined. He was completely undone. She had let him
into her garden. Absolute paradise. With an
excruciating slowness, he withdrew