A second later she felt his fingers enter her. Two, pressed closed together, drove into the aching, saturated depths of her pu**y.
Harmony screamed out her pleasure as her knees bent and she fought for release.
"Not yet, baby," he growled, his lips moving from her breast to lick a path of fire along her belly. "First, I get to taste that sweet, soft pu**y. Have I mentioned how hungry I've been for the taste of you?"
"I can't stand it." She shook her head weakly, fighting to hold on to him as he gripped her hands and pressed them to the bed.
"Stay there." He nipped at her abdomen. "Let me love you, Harmony. Let me taste every sweet inch of this perfect body."
Harmony watched as Lance moved between her thighs, his hands pressing her knees farther apart as he stared back at her. Brilliant dark blue eyes gleamed with male lust as he licked his lips a second before his head lowered.
Flickering pinpoints of agonizing pleasure rushed through her as his tongue became an erotic whip. It lashed over her violently sensitive flesh, teased, prodded, licked and tasted every swollen inch of her pu**y.
His fingers were demons. Inside the gripping depths of her vagina his fingers probed, the tips curling to reach a spot that had her h*ps arching from the bed and a strangled scream ripping from her throat.
Not that it did her any good. He continued to torment her, devouring her in a sensual feast that soon had her begging, crying for completion.
"I love the taste of you," he crooned as his finger pressed firmly into the spot that seemed to have a direct link to her clit. It sent flares of sensation racing through the little bud as she gasped, fighting to breathe amid the pleasure tearing through her.
"You still taste like honeysuckle," he groaned. "And wild roses."
"Please, God. Lance I can't…" She cried out as his fingers moved again, straightening, sliding nearly free then plunging inside her in one hard, fast stroke as his tongue returned to her clit.
Shuddering waves of near orgasm raced through her nervous system, stealing her breath and leaving her hanging on a precipice of such intense sensation that she wondered if she would ever survive.
"You're so sweet and tight," he whispered before licking around her cl*t once more.
"You're gripping my fingers like a fist. Feel how tight you are, baby. Why, it's all I can do to keep from coming when I get my c**k inside you."
His fingers retreated, then in one slow, delicious movement slid inside her again. Harmony could feel the sensitive tissue parting for him, milking at him as the sensual impalement left her shaking in her need for release.
"Again?" he whispered.
This time, when his fingers entered her, his lips covered her cl*t and began to suckle it erotically. Strong, heavy thrusts of his fingers inside her, a twist of his wrist, the rasp of calloused fingertips against nerve endings flaming for his touch, and she erupted. She screamed his name. She heard herself scream his name as her orgasm exploded inside her with devastating results. Her thighs gripped his head as her pu**y gripped his fingers, her internal muscles spasming violently as the final barrier shielding her soul was washed away.
Vulnerable. Defenseless. Yet as Lance began to soothe her, his fingers pulling free of her, his lips pressing gently to her thighs, her stomach, it wasn't the weakness she felt. For the first time she felt complete.
She watched through drowsy eyes as he came to his knees, staring down at her, his expression heavy with hunger and need, and she realized he was just as defenseless against her. He had opened himself to her from the start, and she hadn't even realized it.
"Beautiful," he whispered as he positioned the thrusting, heavy erection between the folds of her pu**y. "My sweet beautiful little kitten."
Harmony arched to him as he began to work his c**k inside her. Each stroke drove him deeper into the clenching muscles as his hands moved along her thighs, her waist. Finally, when he was buried to the hilt, he rose over her and allowed her arms to wrap around him.
"I'm warm," she gasped then, realizing that the bone-deep cold she had known for so long was gone.
"Very warm," he whispered at her ear, his voice raspy, almost agonized as his h*ps began to move. "Sweet baby, so f**king warm we're going to burn the house down." Harmony undulated against him as he paused then, settling closer against her body as he pressed his lips at her neck. Slowly, the stretching burn in her pu**y eased as her muscles adapted to the penetration. She could feel him, every inch of his c**k throbbing inside her, stretching her until hidden nerve endings were exposed and deliriously caressed.
"Feel us together, Harmony," he whispered. "Do you really want to escape this?" He didn't give her time to answer him. Harmony bit back another strangled cry as he began to move. Long, slow strokes of his c**k impaled her, burned her as she began to writhe beneath him.
She needed more. He was going too slow, torturing her with a slow, even rhythm that stroked her higher yet never triggered the orgasm burning just out of reach.
"God, you're so tight. So f**king sweet," he groaned at her ear. "You make me fly, Harmony."
He made her cry. She fought back her tears as the pleasure began to spiral. Each stroke inside her, each burrowing impalement of his c**k stretching her, pushing her higher, stole another part of her soul.
It wasn't just his touch. It wasn't just his acceptance. It was the air heavy with hunger, ripe with emotion. It was feeling his warmth, the very essence of him wrapping around her.
"You steal my soul," she gasped, her nails biting into his shoulders as he paused, his head lifting as he stared down at her.
His gaze was drowsy, dark with sensual heat.
"Where do I end and you begin?" Her whispered cry shocked her; the realization that he owned so much of her would have terrified her if it didn't feel so damned right. Lance grimaced, baring his teeth a second before his lips lowered to hers. "We begin together, baby. Together. With no end."
His lips covered hers and reality receded. His h*ps began to pump hard and fast, the brutal pleasure in each stroke tearing through her.
Her cries filled the night as he whispered erotic, sinful words against her lips.
"Fuck me, baby… There, sweetheart, hold me tight right there… Fuck, you're hot. So f**king hot."
Lance gripped her hip with one hand, her hair with the other, as his lips parted hers, driving his tongue deep as he began to f**k her desperately. Moving. Stroking. Sending her flying as she exploded.