Perfect Misfits by Lawna Mackie Page B

his, and her tongue darted in and out of his mouth, he struggled for a breath and any form of control. She didn’t know what she was doing, but he knew what was going to happen.
    “Tempest. Please, you’re killing me. You don’t understand.”
    For a moment, she halted, panting and running her hands up and down his arms. “Am I hurting you?”
    He flung his head back. “Gods yes! I’m going to explode, and I want to do it inside you.” The look on her face showed her confusion.
    “Ryder, nothing that feels this good can be bad. I know I’m a misfit, but please don’t throw me away, too.”
    Tenderly, he smiled and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. “Trust me…you are perfect in my eyes, but please...tell me to stop.”
    He closed his eyes.
    “I can’t. I want whatever this is that I’m feeling. I feel like I might die if you don’t make it stop. I’ve never been able to touch anyone…until now.” She turned her head to the side and trailed kisses over his hand and up his arm. “Make it go away, Ryder. Show me.”
    He descended upon her, lost in a torrent of passion. His tongue traced a path around her pointed ear and down the side of her neck. Gently, he pushed the glittering straps off her shoulders and kissed his way to her breasts. With an annoyed growl deep in his throat, he lifted off her body and with a wave of his hand, made the silk disappear into thin air.
    Tempest held her breath, and her eyes widened like saucers.
    “Tell me to stop, Tempest.”
    She took a gulp of air and ran her hand up his chest. “No.”
    I don’t know if I can keep this up.
    He stared down at her perfectly shaped body. She deserved to be worship like a princess. The mark on her breast matched his, and somehow, it spurred his actions further.
    She was made just for me.
    When he took her nipple into his mouth, Tempest cried out and pulled him closer. He positioned himself over her and felt her leg slide up the length of his thigh. He halted, lifting his head from the ravished nipple.
    “Tempest I should stop.”
    “No.” She demanded forcefully arching up to bite him in the neck.
    Her hands moved down the length of his body until she reached the piece of leather covering his cock. He stopped breathing and clutched her hand.
    “I want to touch you there,” she whispered. “Can you imagine what this feels like for me?” she purred. “Take it off…please.”
    “Tempest you need to stop.”
    “I can’t Ryder. I need to do this. Whatever it is. I’m aching all over, but especially here,” her hand snaked over her breast and down her flat stomach to rest between her legs.
    He almost lost it at that moment feeling the moistness escape from his cock.
    It seemed impossible to resist anything she asked. The confines of his bottoms disappeared as he sprang free. She stared up into his eyes while he towered above her.
    “My body is telling me to do this.” Seductively she spread her legs wide. “And this.” Her fingers ran up and down the length of his engorged member.
    Ryder grabbed her hand, pulling it away.
    “Is that wrong?” she asked.
    “Gods no!”
    She murmured and lifted her hips toward him. “Fuck! Tempest stopping isn’t an option anymore.”
    He rolled to his side taking her with him. His stomach did somersaults filled with anticipation. This time his hand sank down her lithe body to the hot sensitive core of her being. She cried out his name wiggling closer to his touch. His fingers parted the tender folds of her cunt, and were immediately covered with her lush juices. His cock pulsed with pent up need.
    “This is where my cock belongs Tempest,” slowly he entered her with one finger. She flung her head back and squirmed closer. “Ryder…”
    He felt her body tighten and release adjusting to foreign intrusion. In and out he moved and added another finger.
    “Tempest I want you so badly.”
    Her breaths were coming in rapid sessions now. “Ryder…I feel like...”
    “Like what