Was it a gasp of desire or outrage that caused her lips to part the moment they touched his? Felicity did not know and before she wasted time trying to find an answer she was kissing him back. How could she not?
The touch of his lips was like an addictive narcotic. She had been deprived of its intoxicating effect for too long and she needed it, needed it desperately.
As if fearful that this was a dream that could disappear before she had her fill, she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him tight, wanting this kiss to never end.
His kisses had always been passionate but now there was a wildness to them, a hunger, a burning, furious desire.
His passion urging her on to greater recklessness, she moved in even closer to his body, her breasts, hips and legs pressed tightly against him.
Everything about him fuelled her desperate need. His spicy masculine scent of musk and leather was so familiar. She breathed it in, increasing the throbbing intensity of her body. The rasp of stubble against her soft cheeks, the feel of his powerful arms and shoulders encasing her, were just as she remembered. It was what she had thought of constantly these long, lonely months, what she had tried to tell herself she no longer wanted, but what she knew she had to have, regardless of the consequences.
And she knew he wanted her. She could feel his arousal pressed hard against her, causing her to moan with pleasure, loving the thought that his need was as desperate as her own.
She rubbed her aching breasts against his chest, the nipples tightening to painful, sensitive points, longing to feel the caresses of his hands, his lips, his tongue. They had once explored each other’s bodies and had gone from complete innocents to knowing how to give each other pleasure. That was what she wanted now, that and more, much more.
They had never transgressed to what would be seen as ruinous for her, but what did she care now? She was back in his arms, somewhere she thought she would never be again. This fleeting moment might end soon, and she could not let that happen without experiencing everything this glorious man could give her.
Emboldened by the fear of losing him again, she withdrew from his kisses. Her lips close to his ear, she whispered, ‘Take me, Victor. Make love to me.’
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