Sweet Sinclair (Masters Of The Castle) - Plot & Excerpts
He was absolutely killing her. Did he even know he was doing it? Sinclair couldn't tell. His face was too hard to read, but she herself, she knew, had to be an open book. She felt consumed in raw flame, so intense in places it felt like licks of real fire tickling up between her clenching thighs, all the way to the very pit of her belly. Her nipples were throbbing, but then, peacock nipple clamps would do that to a girl. “Take off your jeans.” Parker sat back in the same metal folding chair he’d occupied while they’d been working side by side. He’d pushed it back from the table and now sat simply watching while she undressed herself for him. Her breasts were swollen, pulsing and aching, her nipples shone wet with the saliva of his suckling kisses—he was such a breast man; it felt like he’d spent hours on them before firmly attaching each clamp. She dreaded that moment when she, inevitably, had to obey. She was so wet already, as dark as this room was, he couldn’t help but see exactly what he did to her.
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