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Faith s hands were locked in his hair now, though she wasn t certain how they got
there. Her body was taut, a seething mass of desires that demanded more of his touch
as the greedy needs of her body only flared higher.
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More, she begged shamelessly. She knew no shame. She knew only the burning,
the ache of emptiness inside her.
He rose between her legs then, his fingers unthreading hers from his hair, as he
lifted her legs from his shoulders and wrapped them instead around his waist. His cock
pressed against her opening as he stared down at her.
His eyes glowed. A brilliant pale blue in his flushed face, his eyelids were lowered,
his dark lashes casting erotic shadows along his cheekbones.
I need you, she cried out, her legs tightening around his waist as she squirmed
closer, desperate to feel his engorged cock thrusting inside her. Deep. Hard. She wanted
him, all of him, now.
God, you re beautiful like this, he whispered thickly as his hands tightened on
her hips, his cock sliding the slightest degree inside her hungry tunnel. So flushed and
moist, your eyes so dark. You make me hunger for you, Faith, as I have never hungered
before.
His voice was thick, deep, until it rumbled in his chest and stroked over her senses
like a caress. He eased deeper inside her, the thick, flared head of his cock parting the
tight muscles of her entrance as his fingers clenched at her hips.
Oh yes. She shuddered, needing more.
The pleasure/pain of his slight entrance wasn t enough. Never enough. She needed
more. She needed all of him.
You re so hot. So tight, he groaned, his hips burrowing the thick length of his
tumescence an inch deeper.
He burned her, stretched her. She twisted in his grip, her cries ragged and hungry
as she begged for more. She could feel her cunt gripping the head, milking it, fighting to
tug him deeper. She wanted him deep, hard and hot inside her.
Damn you, she cried out as he eased in just a bit more.
She felt as though she were burning alive from the inside out. Her muscles clenched
in furious need, her cunt wept in lustful desperation. Pleasure lashed her flesh from
head to toe, sensitizing her skin, tormenting her with her need for climax.
Jacob s face was creased in lines of strain. Perspiration soaked them both,
dampening their bodies, making her wetter, making her lusts burn hotter.
Ah, Faith. He grimaced, his teeth baring as he fought for control. You re so tight.
So damned tight and hot.
He eased in further and she screamed out her frustration. Her hands gripped his at
her hips, her feet locking behind his back as she used him for leverage to push herself
closer, to bury the hot length deeper. The head of his cock eased in further as her
muscles clamped down tight, desperate to hold him inside her. She gripped him,
relishing the stinging pleasure of his possession.
The tight grip undid Jacob though. With a heavy groan, a rough curse he surged
forward, parting her with a thrust that stole her breath. She felt the heavy length
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forging inside her, eased by the slick essence of her need, burning with the lust that rose
like an inferno between them.
And he didn t pause. He didn t give the tight grip time to ease, to accustom to the
width of his erection. As though that thrust had been his breaking point, he held her
tight and began to move, hard and heavy, repeatedly inside her as they both fought for
breath.
The thick froth of her cream glided between them, heating them further as he
forged back and forth. His cock tunneled inside her with long repeated strokes that kept
the sensations building, the fire burning out of control. Tremors raced over Faith s body
as the tension built to painful proportions inside her cunt. Her hips rose and fell, taking
him deeper, feeling him part her, stretch her with each downward stroke.
The sensations were destroying her. She was hot, cold, her womb clenched; her cunt
trembled around his erection as he began to increase the speed and depth of his thrusts.
He bent over her, holding her close, pushing her legs closer around his waist as his lips
covered hers with a hungry groan.
Lips and tongues battled together. They moaned against each other as Jacob s hand
moved to her breast, his lips stroking over her jaw, down her neck to the sensitive mark
he had left on her. He licked her there, groaned and began to thrust harder.
Faith could feel her body shattering. A storm of pleasure erupted through her blood
stream, her nerve endings as everything inside her began to unravel. Prickling fire
traveled over her flesh, bolts of electricity exploded in her cunt as she tightened on his
thrusting cock and came apart within his arms.
She was only vaguely aware of his cry as it vibrated against her neck, but she was
more than aware of the swelling of his cock, the way it stretched her further, drove her
climax higher and locked him inside her. Exactly where she wanted him. Deep, hard,
held at the very mouth of her womb as she felt the hard, heated jets of his sperm
erupting inside her.
His hips jerked. The swollen knot tugged at the muscles it was locked inside of,
causing Faith to gasp at the renewed vibrations of her own climax. Jacob s hands were
beneath her, holding her close, his groans nearly sobs as his cock jerked, pulsed, with
each eruption of his seed inside her.
Faith clamped her muscles tighter on the fully lodged knot. She shuddered at the
sensation. The burning pleasure that bordered on pain, the deep shudder of yet another
post climactic eruption. But Jacob s reaction was more intense. His hands tightened
against her back as he hugged her closer, growling as his lips locked on the mark he
had previously licked. His breathing shuddered from his chest, his hips jerked, his seed
pulsed inside her again.
It seemed never ending, a pleasure that rocked her to her core, and bound her to
him, body, heart and soul. She would never survive without him. Without his touch,
without the deep, soul filling satisfaction of holding him to her, feeling him locked
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inside her in a way that he would never know with another woman. Only Faith. Only
his true mate.
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Chapter Nineteen
Jacob pulled slowly from the hot, moist grip of Faith s body, his breath shuddering
through his chest, his cock so sensitive that the smooth friction of his retreat had him
shivering with pleasure. He had never known such pleasure. Had never known such
satisfaction.
She was sprawled on the table, fighting to catch her breath, her hair damp, her lips
swollen as they parted in the need to draw in air. And he still needed her. He was still
erect, engorged with blood and lust. The repeated blasts of his seed inside her had done
little but take the edge off his hunger for her.
He pulled her up until he could hold her against his chest, her head settling against
him, her lips placing a soft kiss on his chest. He felt the muscles there tighten, felt his
heart slam against his ribcage at the incredible tenderness her soft caress conveyed. She
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