The Last Kiss by M. R. Murphy

hadn't bothered to cover her breasts with a dainty bra. Unleashing a guttural growl, he needed to consume her, every damn inch of her supple skin and drop of liquid heat she offered. Gripping her hair, exposing the delicate sinews of her throat, his bite sought out that sweet spot like a heat-seeking missile. The scent of her arousal saturated the air as his greedy bite sank into her flesh. Letting out a small hiss, Raeve grab the back of his back skull, silently pleading for more.
    Clutching her tight, Aidan took great delight in tormenting her body. Her mews grew in her throat, while she crushed her fingers into his skin. He prayed blood would be drawn. Peeling her dress from her dewy skin, the feel of her exposed breast and stomach against him ratcheted up his need to drive deep into her.
    “I need you.” she whimpered.
    That was all it took. Whipping her off her feet, Aidan pulled her into his arms and stalked toward the bed.
    Her eyes bled longing and desire as he set her down. Making quick work of his shirt, her gasp and appraising smile at his hardened body filled him with pride. Her eyes followed every sinuous roll of his muscle as he slowly unzipped his jeans, slipped them down his hips to his thickly muscled thighs, and sprung free the hard stalk of cock that demanded her attention.
    The aching in his sac throbbed as he took her in.
    “Breathtaking” he murmured to himself as he lowered down onto the bed. Nerves racked him raw as he slid his hands up the length of her legs.
    Cupping her calves and spreading her thighs wide, he found all that stopped him from delving deep into the creamy nestle of her essence was a thin barrier of lace. Flashing a nervous grin, his fingers hooked under the soft black lace. Slowly the gift beneath was revealed; glistening with a wet welcome, her body was waiting for him.
    His breath caught at the first sight of her naked flesh. Drinking in the moment, he couldn't have imagined her to be so exquisite in her sheer nakedness. The sight of her nearly made him come undone.
    Dancing up and down her body with his greedy stare, he couldn't decide what he wanted to explore first. She was just so damn perfect―perfect for him and him alone. Every inch of her skin tempted him, begging to be tasted and touched everywhere. Slowly his fingers grazed along the line of her legs, following each curve until he reached the dip between her thighs. His thumb grazed over the slick folds as liquid heat, moistened into crystal tears, weeping just for him. Each soft pass brought her another shudder from her.
    Her small moans of approval with each pass over her sensitive nub ratcheted him up higher. With demanding need he sliced into her tight, wet slit dipping one finger in, he tested his welcome. Her body flushed with a resplendent blush as she writhed from his touch. The heat of her body, the sweet wetness that surrounded his fingers as his eased in an out of her electrified him to new heights. Her moans grew as he strummed her playfully, flicked the swollen bud with his tongue, and torqued her body as she climbed higher to peak.
    Her hands raked through his short hair, holding him in place as she arched into his penetrating kiss, thrusting her hips into his hot ravenous mouth. His body vibrated with the rising of her peak, she was close, so close he felt her essence clenching tight around his fingers and tongue. The closer she came to climax, the closer he came to shooting off his own load. Her body was tight, tighter than anything he'd known, and he could only imagine the silky feel of her body when he sank in deep. The raw heat that rolled off her body as she clutched him in a vaginal vice-grip nearly had him coming.
     
     
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    Raeve's ravenous clawing drew him up to her quivering lips. His body covered hers like a perfect flesh blanket meant only for her. His skin felt hot against her cool flesh as she pulled him down on her, settling his weight between the creamy valley of her thighs. As she