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making her limbs liquid and her body heat. The tiniest movement of his hips and she felt his thick arousal against her, tempting her…teasing her.   With his mouth pulling her under with the very expert way he nibbled, licked and kissed her lips, Senga was barely able to contain the pleasure within her.  
    Then his hand touched her breast again.  
    Desire, quick as lightning, shot through her, centering at her sex and giving her the uncontrollable urge to rub her hips against him. She gave in and moaned as intense pleasure flooded her.   Her hands glided over his bulging arms to his wide shoulder then over the muscles of his neck that flexed and bunch beneath her hand.  
    “By the saints, you’re beautiful,” he whispered just before he nuzzled her neck.  
    Senga sighed and closed her eyes as his body shifted downward until his face was even with her breasts. She waited expectantly for him to take a nipple in his mouth, to rub his tongue over the bud.   She watched, mesmerized, as he circled first one areola then the other with his finger making her nipples pucker. He tweaked one peak the same instant his mouth descended on the other.  
    A soft cry tore from her throat as she arched her back with the pleasure that consumed her. He shifted slightly, his hand skimming over her waist and hip to her thigh.   Her lips parted, a low moan issuing from her throat when his fingers parted the curls of her sex and cupped her. The heel of his hand pressed against her, making her grind her hips against his him.  
    She wanted more, needed more. But she wasn’t sure what it was she needed. Her body searched for something, moving her toward some goal, and all she could do was lay there and experience every blissful moment of it.  
    When his finger dipped inside her, pushing deep within her, her nails dug into his shoulders. In and out, his finger moved, driving her wild with each thrust.   She moaned as his finger brushed across her clitoris. Urgency built within her as his thumb stroked her nub and his fingers readied her. His hands knew where and how to touch to make her writhe with need.  
    The sensations wracking her body were intense, beautiful, and addictive. Her hips moved in time with his hand, matching his rhythm as the delicious pressure continued to build until…she shattered.  
    Senga cried out as her first climax ripped through her body, sending her drowning in the waves of bliss.   Time ceased while she soared upon this new pleasure that awakened her body – and her soul.
    She opened her eyes to find Keiran leaning over her, his eyes darkened with desire. She gasped when he rubbed his rod against the sensitive flesh of her sex.   Instinctively, she opened her legs wider.   A muscle worked in his jaw as he stared down at her.   With one arm holding him, he guided the blunt head of his cock to her opening.
    When he hesitated, she urged him forward.   “Don’t you dare stop,” she whispered.
    “Never,” came his velvety reply.  
    With her gaze caught in his, he entered her.   He filled her slowly, stretching her inch by inch. His hips shifted slightly and he slid deeper.   Senga knew he would feel good, but she hadn’t expected this exquisite pleasure.  
    “I can no’ wait,” he said.   “You feel too damn good.”  
    Senga wrapped her arms around him. “Don’t. I want to feel you.   All of you.”  
    And with that, he pulled out of her only to give one hard thrust to bury himself to the root.  
    She stiffened, burying her face in his neck while trying to overcome the pain of him breaching her maidenhead. When he didn’t move, she looked up at him to see him staring at her with shock and surprise.  
    “Senga,” he started, but she quickly placed a finger over his lips.  
    “It was mine to give, Keiran. Don’t think. Just feel.”  
    When he still wouldn’t move, she raised her legs and wrapped them around his waist so her ankles locked together. He moaned as it brought him