Midnight Sins (15 page)

she had dreamed of his touch.

She couldn’t remember a time that she hadn’t

wanted him in one way or the other.

“Yes,” she breathed out roughly, involuntarily as

electric pleasure crashed through her system.

His tongue rubbed along the over-sensitive

nubbin as she watched, his lips pursing over it and

giving it a firm, burning kiss.

Sensation flashed through her, surging from that

caress to torment her body and pull a desperate

moan from her lips.

He kissed her again, pursing his lips over her clit,

drawing it to him, sucking it into the heat of his mouth

as Cami felt the need, the burning tension, tightening

with sensual agony.

Another broken moan left her lips as she felt the

slick presence of her juices spilling from her cunt in a

heated rush.

This time, his fingers were there to catch the slick

essence, to ease it lower. His tongue began licking,

stroking, moving steadily to the flexing entrance of her

pussy as she arched, her hips writhing against the

kiss.

She could feel the imperative need beginning to

tighten between them.

He had been like this before, she thought. They

both had. Fighting for patience, fighting to make it

last, because they both knew it couldn’t last forever.

Because Cami knew it wasn’t something she could

keep.Patience was eroded by the need building

between them with furious demand.

As his tongue reached the vulnerable entrance to

her vagina, she felt him lose the fine edge of his

patience. Rather than licking and teasing, his tongue

suddenly plunged inside her, into the violently

sensitive flesh with hungry sensual strokes. Each hard

licking thrust. Each plunge of his tongue triggered a

flash fire. Each penetration sent pulses of sizzling

pleasure surging across her nerve endings as the

explosions of release began tearing through her

system pumping.

“Rafer!” She screamed hoarsely. Suddenly flung

into a vortex of sensation so incredible, so intense,

she knew she’d lost another part of herself to him.

Her upper body jerked, quivering as she flung her

head back and clenched her hands in his hair. She

felt his tongue rubbing the sensitive tissue. Each

stroke, each caress prolonging the explosions

rippling through the sensitive flesh of her pussy.

Pleasure swirled through her, the explosion still

vibrating, echoing through her pussy.

Then it was gone. His tongue pulled back, licked

her clit, his lips surrounding it and sucking it hard and

deep into his mouth as he forced her to lie back,

pressing his hand between her breasts firmly.

Her knees tightened at his shoulders, her hips

surging beneath the caress of his mouth.

Her hips lifted, rolled, a groan filling the room as

his fingers went to her nipples again, pinching and

pulling at the tender buds as he whipped the

sensations through her clit hard and fast as she felt

the sizzling, burning explosion ripping through her

again.

This time, it went deeper, harder.

As the fiery tension began rushing through her

again he pushed two fingers into the depths of her

pussy, stretching her again, sending her senses

rushing into that realm of agony and ecstasy. The

detonation of ecstasy began spreading through her,

overtaking her senses.

He didn’t give her body a chance to adjust to the

impalement. With the first hard, inward stroke he

pulled back, pushed in again, pumping his fingers into

her sex with quick destructive jerks as he sucked and

licked at her clit with deliberately sensual strokes.

She couldn’t bear it. She couldn’t hold on. The

sensations were too extreme, blazing through her,

building immediately from the last orgasm and

building the next with each lick, suck, touch.

She felt her eyes roll back as it hit her again, the

pleasure surging so deep, so filled with a sense of

agonizing rapture that there was no resisting. There

was no denying it. The tension stringing tight and

blazing hot inside her exploded with a suddenness

she couldn’t have prepared herself for.

She came to his lips again, jerking against him, a

sob tearing from her lips as she let the pleasure

surrounded her, racing through her with an implosion

so forceful she felt her womb contract, as her pussy

began to spasm and clench violently.

She was flying, hurtling through a place of such

ecstasy that she couldn’t force herself down. She

couldn’t ease back; and she couldn’t dim the impact

of the sensations she had only felt with Rafer.

The vibrations of ecstasy hadn’t eased. They

hadn’t even begun to ease when he jerked to his feet,

gripped his cock, and pressed it into the swollen,

flushed folds of her saturated pussy.

She watched again, panting, still trembling and

shuddering with each aftershock of pleasure

bombarding her.

“Yes,” she breathed out roughly at the burning

heat beginning to spread through the entrance. “Oh,

Rafer, yes. Fuck me. Fuck me hard and deep.” She

was almost sobbing, hips lifting as he began working

his cock inside her. “I dream of it, Rafer,” she sobbed

desperately. “I dream of every touch.”

“Oh yeah, baby, milk my dick,” he whispered

down at her. “Milk it good, sweetheart. Pull my cock

right into that tight little pussy.”

The erotic, explicit words stroked the flames

higher. Her pussy clenched tighter, doing just as he

asked, milking the broad head of his erection as he

worked it inside her, stretched her. The snug, hungry

flesh surrounded it, and rippled around the crest.

The pleasure was violent. Sharp spears of

electric sensation tore through her. Each pulsing

surge of sizzling pleasure surged across her nerve

endings, rushing across her nerve ending, and jerking

her hips up in sharp, tight movements.

She couldn’t stay still.

She couldn’t just lie beneath him and accept the

pleasure.

Her hips twisted and ground into each thrust, her

cries broken and ragged, breathless rather than loud

as she felt the furious pleasure ripping across her

nerve endings.

She was going to come again. So soon. The

rapidly building sensations throwing her toward

release began building inside her again with each

heavy thrust inside the clenched sensitized tissue.

Fluttering wings of sensation beat at her womb

while each rake of his pelvis against her clit stroked

the furious ache centered there ever higher.

Her nails bit into his biceps as she held on, her

knees gripping his hips, tightening with each lunge of

his cock inside her.

The flared, thickly swollen head of his cock

pierced her with each impalement, exciting and

rasping against exposed nerve endings. The pleasure

was exceeding. Exacting.

It was hotter, stronger, than it had been five years

before. It was a flame growing in the pit of her belly

and spreading outward, encompassing her clit, filling

her cunt until the explosion tore through her with such

voracity that it totally consumed her.

She jerked in his hold, her eyes opening wide,

dazed, blurred as she felt the implosion tearing

through her. The muscles of her pussy tightened on

his shuttling cock, locking down on the stiff, exciting

shaft and throbbing around it furiously as she gasped

his name and she felt his release spurting hot and

hard inside her.

Each heated ejaculation inside her, each flex of

her pussy, sent repeated ecstasy rushing through her.

A conflagration of sensations and rapture that

whipped through her senses and finally left her limp

and exhausted in his arms.

The past week had been heartrending for her; the

pain of dealing with her mother’s condition and her

father’s grief and heartache had sapped at Cami’s

strength.

Lying beneath him, Cami realized with a flash of

sudden insight that she had deliberately dared take

that turn that brought her past Rafer’s. She knew the

sky had darkened with snow. She had known there

was a chance of being stranded. She had taken the

risk because she had known she could make it as far

as Rafer’s ranch.

Feeling the heavy shudders that wracked both

their bodies, she realized it wasn’t the pleasure she

had been fighting, and it hadn’t really been Rafer she

had fought through the years. It had been this—what

she could feel at this very moment building inside her.

Those emotional ties tightening inside her, tying

knots in her heart that she wouldn’t have a chance of

unraveling.

Jaymi had done that. She had let Tye wrap so

many chains around her soul that when she lost him,

she lost a part of herself.

Losing herself in such a way terrified Cami.

What would happen to her if Rafer was gone? If

the dark danger that swirled around him decided to

tighten and strike out with the same murderous intent

she suspected it had struck out to destroy the rest of

the Callahan family?

It wasn’t the danger to her that terrified her. It was

the danger to Rafer. The danger to her soul if anything

happened to him.

That was what she fought. That was what she

continued to run from. Because she knew once she

gave her heart to him fully, then if anything happened

to him, it would destroy her as well.

The pain of Jaymi’s death had scarred her soul,

but when she had lost Rafer’s child, she had never

lost her will to live. The agony that had gripped her,

the sheer depth of the pain that had held her in its grip

had seemed never-ending.

It had followed her every second of her life, and

even now, two years later, the realization of the life

she had lost burned inside her continually.

It was another loss that had driven her when she

had sensed the snowstorm coming. The days spent

getting her mother settled into the rest home, feeling

her father’s pain, his devotion to her mother, and the

sense that his hatred for her had only grown.

She’d needed Rafer. She’d needed him to pull

her out of the memories of the little girl who had

begged her father to love her. The woman who had

knelt before her mother and sobbed against her knee

when she’d lost her own child.

Margaret Flannigan had lifted Cami’s chin and

stared down at her with sudden, lucid sobriety and

whispered, “Trust me, Cami, losing that child was the

best thing that could have happened for the baby. Or