Wicked, alluring madness

Clips from first time flashback... 

She was shaking all over. With excitement and fear and uncertainty. She didn’t know what she was doing. She knew the mechanics of sex. Had read about it, even watched a porn video once, but this was nothing like what she read about in books, and she hadn’t had time to prepare…

His tongue invaded her mouth, distracting her enough for him to slip between her thighs, bypass her soaked underwear, and slide inside her. She went very still as he explored her before burying his finger in her unused channel. When his finger curled, she whimpered and arched up, needing more friction, more force, more of anything he could give her.

Sensing her need, he gave her another finger and stretched her while his mouth kept hers busy. 

“You’re soaked,” he hissed.

Dazedly, she looked down the length of her body and saw James Roth crouched over her on all fours with her skirt flipped up and his forearm muscles flexing as he fingered her. The erotic sight was burned into her memory before he recaptured her mouth. 

She heard of French kissing, but she wasn’t sure that’s what this was. It felt more like he was trying to consume her, like he was drinking from her, and sharing breath with her. It was beyond intimate, beyond anything she could have imagined. 

Her hands moved restlessly over his heated skin, marveling and committing to memory. As he stoked the fire inside of her, she began to ride his hand, uninhibited and acting on pure instinct, desperate for relief. She was in the throes of passion, but it wasn’t pleasant and sweet. It was an all-consuming firestorm that burned and clawed at her empty insides. Painful and addictive. She was caught in a storm of a wicked, alluring madness that she knew she would anything to come back to. 

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