My. God! Allie had known some incredible experiences since meeting Connor that morning, but having him devour her delicate folds as if he was on death row and she was his last meal, was the best yet. She'd come at least twice while he bit her, but now she was having a different kind of orgasm, one that was totally centred on the little bud at the entrance to her core. And one orgasm barely peaked and waned before another more urgent one took her over the edge again. She'd had guys go down on her before. After all, wasn't that supposed to be the surest way to get off? But even the most experienced and attentive lover hadn't been able to get her to explode like this. And the orgasms she gave herself, well they couldn't compare. It was as if Connor knew exactly what she needed and when, and all she needed to do was lay back and enjoy. Was there some damned mind-synch included in this mate bond? If so, she was warming to it. As she went over the edge yet again, she clung to his crisp white shirt, crumpling it in her fists, and felt like she wanted to tear it from his body so she could feel the skin beneath.
