Cursing and murmuring, half-Turkish, half-English words caressed her ears. His hands loosened in her hair to become almost gentle as his hips started rocking, pumping his shaft in and out of her mouth.

“Isa seni çok iyi hissediyorum. Bana ne yapıyorsun?”

He was hard in her mouth but soft as velvet and hot as flame. His taste was masculine decadence, the sound of his breathing the most beautiful in the world, and his own body’s natural movements nearly made her come without so much as a touch from him.

She needed to feel him spill in her mouth, needed to learn what he tasted like. So she moved faster. His breath caught and grew so ragged it whipped the air as his great chest heaved.

“Felicity! Let me inside you woman, please!”

She wanted him inside her too but not right now. Right now she wanted his seed on her tongue.

His begging made her moan around his length as she worked his wet cock with hand and mouth. She sucked and lapped, moving her lips around him and pumping his stiff cock.

She felt it when he came. His thighs tightened until the muscles bulged. His hips thrust faster working his cock in and out in a rapid rhythm. His breaths saw the air. This his hands clenched in her hair, grip biting as he held her to him. His cock jerked as it came, twitched. The sac beneath her palm pulsed. And then he shot, coming in long bursts against her tongue.

Hoarse, satisfied shouts filled the room. She caught her name in amidst colorful curses as he came and came. She swallowed him down then slowly eased his cock out of her mouth.

She kissed his shaft as it sagged a bit, ran her hands across his thighs and up his hips as she slowly started to stand and kiss her way back up his body. Still, she didn’t look him in the eyes. She hadn’t this whole time.

As she finally reached his pectorals and his arms sealed around her naked waist, she looked up into his eyes and found something completely staggering.

His eyes were filled with the look, but the look was so raw and unsheltered that it made her heart skip a beat. This was passion incarnate and she was caught up in it.

He lifted her in his arms, then kicked off the rest of his pants and strode down the hallway to her bedroom. He dropped her onto the mattress. When he followed her down, naked and golden, and hard again she moaned.

Yes, this would finally be it. Finally, she would know him in the most intimate way a woman could know a man.

His mouth tasted the sweat at her neck. His hands covered her breasts. He worked his way down her chest much faster than she’d done him, for which she sent a little prayer of thanks out to the world. She needed his touch, all he’d have to do is press his finger against her clitoris and she’d come apart, she knew it.

He seemed to know it because he took his time unbuttoning her jeans and working them down her thighs. Everywhere he revealed skin he kissed. From her hipbones to her outer thighs, to her inner thighs. Then finally, the jeans and underwear were down her legs. He pressed a kiss to her ankle, and with her leg lifted in the air, he looked down at her with eyes glowing. Her eyes matched his with need.

“I’ll be patient next time. Right now, I need to taste you.” Low and hoarse, his deep pitched voice sent a wave of pleasure over her.

“Yes,” was all she could say.

Then his hands ran up and down her thighs from knee to the inner cusp of her leg just grazing her slick center.

He had to be able to smell her, had to see how wet touching him had made her. He didn’t seem to care at all; he looked positively enthralled as he crawled up between her legs. He blew a stream of air across her wet folds and she hissed, her back arching off the bed, and hands curling into the messy bed sheets.

 He nipped her inner thigh then rasped, “I’m going to touch you and make you come, and after you settle down I’m going to lick you until you do it again.”

Felicity panted thinking that no way could she have two orgasms so close together.

But he proved her wrong.

With just the barest touch of his finger, he pressed against her wet bud and slowly, so slowly, moved it in a tight circle. Her breath hitched as everything in her gut pulled painfully tight with burning heat. One, two, three more little circles and she bowed off the bed, her voice choking as she tried to scream but couldn’t. Hot, painful pleasure exploded through her starting deep in her womb and moving outward.

She could no longer feel his touch. She could no longer even see as her vision faded then slowly came back, piece by granular piece until she was once again staring up at her white ceiling.

Sharp fangs nipped her inner thigh helping to bring her back down. He stroked her legs then moved up over her hips to her waist in tender caresses. He was right. He was doing exactly what he’d promised he would. He was slowly letting her catch her breath and take stock of her body.

She still burned with need inside her, a tight pressure. It was as if that orgasm had only lifted the lid off the pot to release some steam but she still had so much more to release. Her nipples were tight, tender peaks and everywhere his hands rubbed over her left her writhing in agony.

“Now for the second,” he promised.

He licked up her aroused flesh, and a thick, long finger circled her opening again and again. She twitched, her hips arching. Words left her, begging him to finish her, to please take her, to finally fill her. She’d never sounded so needy in her whole life. Surely the guards outside, even her neighbors could hear her but she didn’t care about any of that. Not at all.

His finger circled her and his lips kissed her in a flutteringly soft touch. Then his lips parted and his tongue touched her, tasting her.

A low sound filled the room and she realized it wasn’t her but him. His growl.

Moving fast, he reached up to pinch her nipple tugging it hard as his finger at her center plunged inside. A choked cry escaped her. Her back bowed off the bed, hips thrust in a little rocking motion against him, wanting him to thrust that finger...wanting him to replace it with something far bigger and far harder.

He set out and did exactly as he said he would.

He suckled her needy bud building a painful ache deep in her belly with each stroke. His fingers played at her nipple tugging and rolling as his finger, finally, started to thrust inside her.

It came so fast. She didn’t want it to. It felt so heavenly that she wanted to stay like this forever. But pleasure this intense and this good couldn’t last forever, it had to detonate fast.

And she did.

Her cries carried through the room. “Dom! Dom!”

His heavy breaths blew across her hot flesh as his finger worked her and tongue moved faster to prolong the hot frenzy engulfing her. The painful, sensual sensations tore through her, blinding her, making her shudder underneath him.

Only his touch kept her from flying off the bed.

And then he eased her down again with tender, slow touches. His finger pulled out of her making her moan at the loss, his fingers stopped tugging her nipple and then he kissed his way up her stomach.

He curled her into his body, his face buried in her neck, and her bottom cupped against his groin. Her body had never felt so relaxed. Each of her limbs seemed to have lost weight because she felt as light as air with only his arm around her waist keeping her on the bed.

“I should clean the blood off you,” she murmured into her pillow.

He licked her throat then kissed her. “Tomorrow.”

“Mmm” she said.

Then she fell asleep for the first time in Dominic Blackmoore’s arms and it was the greatest feeling she’d ever felt.

But just as great pleasure couldn’t last, a part of her knew this couldn’t either.

Felicity roused covered in a warm, male body. Out of all the ways she’d ever woken up or been woken up this was by far the best.