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to come badly, don’t you?”
    She swallowed hard. “Yes . . .” The sound of her breathless voice tightened his groin.
    “Look at me.”
    She opened her eyes.
    “Tell me you want my cock inside you.” He had to have her. He couldn’t stand it a moment longer.
    “I want . . . I need—”
    “What do you want and need?”
    She licked her lips. “You . . .”
    “Adrien, I need your cock,” he amended, barely able to speak. “Say it.”
    “I need your . . . cock . . . Adrien.”
    Though he’d heard those words before, hearing them out of her lush mouth shot a bolt of lust through him that rocked him to the core. He pulled out his fingers. She shuddered in his arms. Clutching her skirts in one hand, he loosened her caleçons with the other and watched them slip down her thighs. The sight of the wet, downy curls between her legs made his mouth water.
    Yanking open his breeches, he freed his stiff prick, gaining little relief as it sprang from its confines. Glancing at Catherine, he noticed her gazing hungrily at his engorged cock. If he hadn’t been so aroused, he would have smiled. Here was the real Catherine: a highly sensual woman naturally drawn to decadent delights.
    Grabbing her hips, he captured her mouth in a fierce kiss and slid his shaft between the folds of her sex, coating it with her essence, making it slick for easy penetration. He was so far gone, he knew he wasn’t going to be gentle. “This is what you need.” He wedged the crest of his cock at her opening.
    “Yes . . . ” She panted. “Hurry!”
    He drove his prick into her, possessing her with a single thrust. She cried out.
    Adrien closed his eyes and rested his forehead against the door, his chest heaving. Her hot, creamy sheath was stretched so tightly around him it made his cock throb, the pleasure rippling down his length momentarily rendering him speechless.
    Pinned against the door, impaled on his shaft, she trembled. He felt her tighten her arms around him, her warm, fast breaths tickling his neck.
    “I need your cock,” she whispered near his ear.
    That undid him.
    He reared and thrust again. And again. And again. The friction felt so good. She felt so good. She had the sweetest sex. It was to die for. Vaguely, he heard her gasps and moans over the blood roaring in his ears.
    She shoved her hips forward, taking fully each solid thrust he gave her. “Don’t stop . . . Don’t stop . . .” she pleaded each time he slammed into her.
    As if he could? As if he had the will? “Tell me you’re my midnight enchantress.” His voice was so rough, it didn’t even sound like his own. “Tell me . . . what I want to hear, Catherine . . . Tell me . . . you’re the woman who came to my bed that night and I’ll let you com—”
    She screamed, her body jerking sharply as her orgasm crashed over her, taking them both by surprise, her inner muscles squeezing and releasing around his thick cock, milking his thrusting shaft with each powerful spasm.
    Digging his fingers into her soft bottom, Adrien clenched his teeth and growled her name. Exquisite contractions running along his prick went on, and— ah, Dieu —on. He drove into her repeatedly, fiercely, fighting back his orgasm to bask in her incredible cunt as long as he could.
    How many times had he dreamed of this? Of having this woman again. Of sampling more of the scalding desire they’d shared. She was rapture incarnate. No aphrodisiac was necessary between them, and somehow he’d known it all along.
    Her sex clamped down around him a final time, snapping his flimsy control, his climax suddenly rushing over him. He jerked his prick out of her at the last moment, snatched her from against the door and crushed her in his arms just as his explosive release rocked him, his semen shooting out of him in hot torrents. His mouth against her shoulder, he let out a long, fierce groan, his body shuddering with each spurt of come until he’d emptied his cock.
    His legs felt weak. His body,