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body.
    He withdrew slightly and then pushed in again, deeper. She
sucked in a breath and dug her nails into his shoulders. Once again, he pressed
against the barrier, only this time, the pain was sharper. She shook her head
and closed her eyes, trying to push up off him.
    He didn’t release her. Instead, he lifted her up a couple of
inches. The relief was immediate. She let out a deep breath and opened her eyes
to tell him to put her down.
    Vivid resolve gleamed in his eyes and harsh lines of intent
carved his face. She realized what he was going to do too late to stop it.
Before she could take in another breath, he pulled her back down. His hips shot
up hard and quick and he embedded himself completely inside her.
    She was shocked by the sudden, searing pain and her
fingernails bit into his skin until they drew blood. After a few frozen
seconds, she consciously sucked in a shallow, testing breath, and tried to get
her lungs to work. The first, piercing sting began to fade seconds after he
pushed fully in, but her muscles continued to throb in resistance to his
invasion. Her entire body felt battered and tense, her mind confused and her
emotions frighteningly off-center.
    Wyc wrapped his arms around her, managing to hold her firmly
in place, and at the same time cradle her body gently against his own. Though
he nuzzled the curve of her neck with surprising tenderness and scattered soft
kisses over her cheek and temple, his voice was gruff when he spoke.
    “It’s done, babydoll. You’re mine. Try to relax your muscles
and let your body adjust to having me inside of you. It’ll be better in a
minute.”
    She nodded and noticed that even that slight movement eased
the ache within toward pleasure. She tightened her thighs and pressed her
pelvis forward. Warmth circled her lower body, the throbbing turning hurt into
need.
    Her nipples became almost too sensitive to bear as she moved
against his chest. She tried clenching her sex and gasped at the intimate
feeling of holding Wyc so solid and deep inside her. Sensation spun out from
her cunt to spike in her clit and echo clear through to her toes. She moaned
and clamped her thighs more forcefully about his hips.
    Wyc groaned and moved his hands to cup her bottom. “Damn,
woman. You’re making it impossible for me to wait.”
    She tightened her muscles around his cock again. “Don’t
wait,” she whispered as she shivered from another pleasure spike. She wiggled her
butt and tried to get him in deeper. “Not another second.”
    With a sharp intake of breath, he pulled out of her and then
slowly pushed back inside. Bethany let out a hiss of ecstasy as he repeated the
process.
    The third time, she rocked hard against him, impatient with
the deliberate pace he was keeping. When he didn’t increase the tempo of his
thrusts, she pinched his shoulder.
    “Damn it, Wyc. Fuck me harder,” she rasped. “Faster.”
    The change in him was immediate. The last vestige of control
disappeared and his fingers dented her flesh with a biting grip on her legs.
His upper body leaned heavily into hers, crushing her to the door.
    Her hands slipped off his sweat-slicked skin. As she
struggled to hang on, he began hammering into her. Slamming their bodies
together. The only sounds were the stark slap of flesh against flesh, ragged
breaths forced into lungs on fire and her own desperate cries each time his
cock struck the opening of her womb.
    She licked her lips and groaned at the salty tang from his
skin still lingering there. Her entire existence distilled into this one
volatile act of joining until the brightness of it blazed through her blood
like a flame searing across a trail of gasoline.
    And suddenly she felt Wyc. Not just his body filling and
pounding into hers, but in her heart, wrapped around her thoughts and touching
her emotions. The intensity of having him so undeniably claiming her on so many
levels started a quake from the center of her being, sending tremors of growing
magnitude