Married To My Ex's Brother, Reborn Miraculously

Anne tried to keep still, to hold onto her upper hand, but then his lips found that sensitive spot just below her ear, and her resolve cracked. A shudder ran through her, her thighs tightening around him, trying to draw him closer, to close the aching space between their bodies.

"You feel that?" he whispered, rubbing his erection against her abdomen. "That’s what you do to me. But I’m not giving in. Not until you say it."

Anne bit her lip, trying to keep quiet, but the heat was unbearable now. His mouth had found its way down her throat, to the edge of the shirt that clung to her skin. He nosed it aside, kissing her collarbone, then lower, his breath hot, his tongue maddening.

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Her hands strained against his grip. "Let go," she said.

"Not until you ask me nicely," he murmured against her chest.

"I’ll never—ah," she gasped when he sucked her nipple over the shirt.

"Still so stubborn," he said, his lips brushing her sensitive bud. "But your body is already answering for you."

He trailed one hand down, finally releasing her wrists only to cup her jaw and make her look at him—those smoldering eyes boring into hers.

"Tell me what you want," he whispered. "Say it, Anne."

Her heart thundered against her ribs. Every nerve in her body was on edge, alive with need. She wanted to hold out, to flip the game again, but he was too good. Too close. Too Augustine.

She lifted her head and whispered against his lips, "Then stop teasing, and take me."