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her legs even more
    around him, wanting—no, needing —him to be more forceful with his pushes. He
    seemed to sense that and increased his speed, the length of his strokes until she thought
    the head of his cock was pushing against her very womb. It was a wondrously heavy
    feeling, slightly painful but completely fulfilling and she sighed as she buried her head
    against his shoulder.
    Fallon’s ass tightened with each thrust into her velvety heat. The smell of their
    juices was driving him mad and it was all he could do not to plunge into her like a man
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    possessed. Her body was perfect for him. She felt right beneath him, fitting him as no
    woman ever had before. Strange thoughts began to flit through his mind as his need
    increased along with his speed. He was losing himself in this gorgeous female, handing
    something into her keeping that he had never planned to give to any woman. He was
    stunned at his reaction to her since it had not been his intention to do anything but scare
    her when he’d come to her door. Now he was experiencing feelings that damned well
    should never have been brought into the light of day. That not only worried him, it
    scared the hell out of him.
    Keenan was amazed at the emotions rocketing through her with each thrust of
    Mikhail Fallon’s body into hers. She was clinging to him, striving to merge their two
    bodies into one and that stunned her. She’d never wanted to belong to a man, never
    wanted to give up her freedom. Love ’em and leave ’em had been her motto up until
    then, but this man filling her to the brim with his powerful flesh was doing wicked
    things to her control. She suspected she was handing herself over to him, offering
    herself up, expecting him to take charge of her, and that frightened her badly. That
    wasn’t what she wanted.
    “Stop thinking,” he growled at her. He was pumping into her with such fierce
    intent she could do no more than hold on to him and be taken along for the ride.
    The bed beneath them was bouncing with the force of his thrusts, the headboard
    kicking against the wall. The patchwork coverlet was bunching under Keenan’s body
    and one pillow had fallen to the floor. Overhead, the fan’s blade began to spin faster. It
    seemed to be a goad for Fallon for his plunges became frenzied pumping that brought
    small grunts from Keenan’s lips.
    With a suddenness that stunned them both, her vaginal muscles began quivering,
    drawing, pulling, sucking at his flesh and his cock spurted thickly, hotly, deeply into
    her cunt. They were both straining as their combined releases raced through them—
    seeming to go on and on and on—with a fevered intensity that had them shouting with
    the pure, intense pleasure of the joint climaxes. His head was thrown back as he howled
    with ecstasy. Her fingernails were stapled into his back as she drove her hips from the
    bed to press brutally into his, her mouth open as she panted. They shuddered at the
    same time and both went limp, his weight crushing down upon her, his head turned so
    his cheek rested on her shoulder. With hearts thundering, blood pounding, breaths
    ragged and shallow, they lay exhausted with eyes closed, brows furrowed and limbs
    tangled.
    For what seemed like hours they lay like that until Keenan finally became aware of
    the sticky seeping of their mixed juices down her thigh and beneath her rump. She
    shifted uncomfortably and heard him grunt, wondered if he’d been dozing, wondered
    if she had. When he lifted his head to look down at her, she felt something pluck at her
    heartstrings for there was a fall of dark hair covering his forehead and she ached to
    reach up and smooth it back.
    He stared at her for a long time then rolled off her to stretch out on his back beside
    her. He brought one knee up and flung an arm over his eyes to block out the late
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    afternoon sun. He had a wicked headache above his right temple and that wasn’t a
    good