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body, but it floated away until it was buried in the back of her mind.
All that remained was the pleasure Grant gave her. Izzy s blunt
fingernails dug into his shoulders as she felt herself tugged towards
the precipice of orgasm.
Please, she moaned, her head flung back as she reached for it.
His mouth moved to her other nipple, suckling hard as his fingers
curved to reach a tender, extremely sensitive spot in her body. When
he touched it, Izzy s body stiffened as though she d been electrocuted.
She came harder than she ever had before, a strangled scream
whistling from her throat as her inner muscles convulsed around his
stroking fingers.
She fell against the bed, limp and panting for breath as his finger
retreated from her body. But was the bull finished? Oh no, of course
not. She should ve just jumped out of bed instead of trying to be
discreet. She should have punched him in the head when he went after
her nipple, but oh no, she hadn t. And now she was paying the price.
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She whimpered as his mouth drifted down her belly. The ring
through his septum brushed her flesh slightly, leaving a hot trail
behind. Izzy wiggled in his hold, wishing she could find that much
lauded self-control her sisters were always saying she
had& somewhere in her body.
Then his mouth found the very center of her being and she forgot
all about self-control. Hissing in pleasure, she dug her hands into his
hair and pressed him closer. She was still so sensitive from her
orgasm she quivered beneath his questing tongue.
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Grant was lost in the taste of Isola. Waking up with his hands on
her body, he hadn t been able to stop himself from bringing her to
orgasm just like he wasn t able to stop himself from doing it again.
She was like a drug. Her orgasms fed his lust, making it burn higher.
She was so responsive, so open with her sexuality he could spend
hours with his tongue inside her. He groaned against her flesh, his
tongue seeking her rigid clit. Her thighs tensed as though to close, and
he quickly pressed his hands on them to hold her open wide. Leaning
back slightly, he looked at her sweet, little pussy and felt his cock jerk
in reaction.
Gorgeous, he moaned, dipping his head to lap at her again. She
tasted like cream and spicy femininity.
He thrust his tongue into her saturated channel, his nose ring
pressing against her clit. Izzy s body shook as jolt after jolt of magical
electricity surged through her body before it bounced back to his.
They were connected. He could feel it as his heart sped up to beat in
time with the pulsing thud of her femoral artery.
His cock throbbed. His balls drew up tight as he neared his own
orgasm just from fucking her with his tongue. Her inner muscles
quivered around his tongue as more moisture flooded his mouth. She
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was close. Moving slightly, Grant wrapped his lips around her clitoris
and suckled.
She screamed, her fingernails leaving marks in his scalp, but the
pain only added to the pleasure of his own orgasm. He came all over
the bedspread, his hips thrusting in time with Isola s clenching pussy.
He nuzzled her gently, his tongue flicking over her clit one last time.
Her back arched and she trembled in his hold.
Resting his head on her thigh, he breathed in her musky scent,
loving how well she responded to him. She had been made
specifically for him. He knew it as surely as he knew no other woman
had ever satisfied him as well without even being inside her.
Grant gloried in the harsh sounds of her breathing as she struggled
to gain control over herself. He d brought this mighty little Amazon
to climax twice and left her a quivering mass of flesh and bone. He
smiled against her skin. He was in heaven.
Then she punched him in the head. Grant saw stars for a moment
before she punched him again, this time on the shoulder. Rolling off
his pissed-off mate, he landed on the floor and was on his feet just in
time to see her launch herself at him.
Long legs wrapped around his waist at the same time her hands
encircled his throat. She was trying to strangle him! He was
momentarily distracted when her thighs tightened around him,
pressing her still wet flesh against his stomach. Oh fuck, that felt
good! But the need for air pushed any thoughts of lust from his brain.
Encircling her wrists, he pulled her hands from his throat.
What s wro he started, but was cut off, as with a loud crunch,
she head-butted him.
Roaring in pain, he let go of her hands, pushing her off his body
more forcefully than he intended. She flew away from him, landing in
a heap on the bed. Blood poured from his nose and tears burned his
eyes. She was insane! He was so pissed he shouted just that at her.
The crazy woman jumped up, standing in the middle of his bed
buck naked but for a tiny ring on one of her toes. She slapped her
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hands on her hips, her eyes burning with anger. I m crazy?
Well& you re a molester!
Grant paused, blinking. Huh?
Yeah, you heard me. You molested me, and I don t take that shit
from no one! she shouted at him.
How did I molest you? he asked, thoroughly confused.
You& touched me without permission!
Grant s anger faded a bit and he smirked at her. You weren t
complaining when you pressed my face against your pretty little
pussy.
Color flooded her body. He saw it happen. It was a rosy glow that
started at her chest and flowed upwards until her face was bright red.
Her mouth fell open as though she wasn t quite sure how to react. He
smiled deeply.
Her hands fisted at her sides, and she glared at him, her eyes angry
slits in her red face. I knew this would happen if I stayed here, she
growled at him.
Grant s head tilted to the side. She was a lot more pissed off than
he thought she d be. It was disproportionate to what had happened.
He hadn t fucked her, after all. And she d asked for more, he was
pretty sure she had.
Doubt hovered in his mind as he tried to recall the moments
between waking up and loving her. She hadn t moved. She d held still
for him, her back arching up to him in a silent plea for more.
I want a fucking apology, or I m leaving and you can try to
figure out what the killer nymphs want on your own, she told him,
her nose in the air haughtily.
Crossing his arms over his chest, he knew this was a critical
moment in the relationship he hoped to form with her. Isola was
hardheaded and strong. If he apologized to her for giving her pleasure,
he d never be on equal footing with her. She d always see him as
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