Bab 78: He Who Made Her Limp

It was her moan that caught Duncan off guard. That breathless moan of need sounded like it came from her very soul. 

He withdrew from feasting on her shoulder and collarbone, to look at her face. She was beautiful. The way her cheeks were flushed with arousal, her lips parted so she could suck in air in her starving lungs. The way her eyelids flicker when she would make those sexy whimpers. 

Duncan touched her parted lips caressing it with his thumb. It was his turn to groan when Julie caught his questing thumb and began to nip its tip. The way she wiped her tongue on it was sexy as hell. 

Then hell broke loose when she drew it further into her mouth and began to suck on it like a lollipop. Hunger slammed into him and he pushed her on the bed. Duncan kissed her like she was the only thing that matters. 

Their tongues rubbed against each other, feeding each other's hunger that both of them knew would never be quenched.