Decadent by Shayla Black Page A

to stop.”
    Oh, God. Did he mean that? Her body hoped he did, every word.
    She swallowed a burning lump of lust. “Please.” Unable to stop herself, she lifted her hips to him one more time.
    Deke didn’t turn down the invitation to touch her. He slipped a thick finger into her wet depths, swiping his thumb over her clit with the other. Electric sparks 75
    blended with pure magic to brush her skin with want, fire her blood with pure need. She mewled. When he repeated the process, and Luc bent to take her mouth in a kiss ripe with sensual demand, her mewls became low moans.
    Luc swallowed the sounds and lifted his hand to cover her breast, fingers toying with her nipple, gently pinching, turning, awakening. He sent more bolts of lust south, down low, to join the heavy pulse of demand her body pumped out at each brush of Deke’s thumb over her clit.
    Legs taut, back bowed, Kimber felt the edge of climax drawing near. And they’d what, touched her for less than two minutes? She was drowning, flying, aching desperately—and didn’t want it any other way.
    Deke pushed a second finger inside her, fighting to slide his thick digits in. A sting became an ache as he muscled his way deeper inside her. Finally, her flesh swallowed him up and clamped down on him. He swore.

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    “She’s burning me alive.”
    Luc nodded, breathing against her neck as he took her earlobe between his teeth.
    “Tell me how she feels.”
    Hedonistic Luc was encouraging Deke, trying to drive her over the edge with wicked words, flirting dangerously with Deke’s ragged control.
    “She’s so damn tight and hot. Her pussy is gripping me. Clinging. Rippling. Fuck!”
    “Pump her with your fingers.”
    Deke gasped and began to slide his fingers in and out of her tight passage. “Can’t stop. Too fucking good to stop.”
    “Come for us, sweetheart.” Luc whispered in her ear, brushing his thumbs across so-sensitive nipples.
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    Kimber felt swollen everywhere. Strung tight. Ached inside her own skin. Damp with perspiration, wet with need, blood raced through her body. Her heart pumped. Her skin tingled. And still Deke kept that incessant, merciless thumb strumming her clit. His fingers slid in and out, plying some sensitive spot inside her sex she’d never found on her own.
    Luc whispered against her mouth, “You look beautiful. I can’t wait to watch you scream in climax.” Then, with insistent fingers, he plucked at her aching nipple.
    Too much. It was all too much to resist. Holding out wasn’t an option.
    Heat built. Blood roared. Kimber held her breath, whimpered, moaned—before the pleasure condensed between her legs into a concentrated burst of energy that exploded like a supernova, sending her hurtling deep into a realm of ecstasy she’d never imagined.

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    “Yes!” Deke’s fingers stayed lodged in her, and she could feel her sex clutch him, squeezing, releasing, caressing him again.
    “Yes. Again,” he demanded. “Come again.”
    She moaned. “I don’t think I can.”
    Luc laughed, low and amused and thrumming with sensual promise. “We’ll take care of you.”
    “But usually after once, I’m…spent.”
    Deke shook his head with sharp military precision or anger—or a bit of both.
    “Not with two men. You come repeatedly, until you’re so exhausted you’re nearly unconscious.”
    Unconscious? Kimber opened her mouth to argue, though she really didn’t have 77
    the energy. And couldn’t quite focus with his thumb continuing to play over her clit, making her twitch and pulse, prolonging her pleasure until her head spun.
    Until it slowly built to more. Until she ached again.
    “That’s right,” Deke murmured.
    Then he bent down to her. No preliminaries. No waiting. No warning. His tongue lashed her clit, assuming the same teasing movements as his thumb.
    The sensations matched those he’d incited before, but felt more intense. Kimber filled with need, as if she’d never