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middle of one. His clothes flew across the room, tossed away as if
he couldn’t wait to get naked.
    Her breath left her. Naked, Tory was stunning. His black
hair curled around his head, his face chiseled in determination and his strong
jaw set in a straight line. His broad shoulders and narrow hips only added to
his sexiness, his chest hair light and curled. She wanted to touch him, stroke
him.
    When her gaze traveled lower, her gut clenched. His cock,
long and lean like the rest of him, waited, fully erect. Her mouth watered. She
wanted to taste him. She wanted him inside her and she didn’t care where.
    He apparently had no patience for slow seduction. He
straddled her on the bed, his cock just outside her entrance. “Say the word and
I’ll stop, Saria.” Instead, she groaned and arched her body toward him.
    His hands were everywhere—her breasts, her belly, her hips.
His mouth traced a line along her neck and captured one of her ears in his
teeth. He sighed, making her tremble. God, he felt so good, his hands so rough
and hot. The way his touch demanded her response, the way his teeth scraped
along her neck, all added to the huge fire raging inside her.
    It shouldn’t be like this. Instead of a gentle slide into
pleasure, she was being consumed, burned away, squeezed by the intensity. No
one had ever breached the walls Alex had erected to protect herself. Now, Tory
sliced through them as if they were paper. She wanted to discount it, ignore
what was happening inside her. But there was no denying that more than her
physical being was being breached.
    Finally, his mouth plundered hers and she could barely
breathe. His tongue swept in, dominating her, taking her to new heights. One of
his hands wrapped around her hair and angled her head. Deeper. He dove deeper.
    Then, his cock slid inside her and she couldn’t breathe at
all. She moaned in his mouth and he echoed her in response. He stopped buried
inside her, the tip of his penis on a spot that sent shockwaves rocking through
her. She tensed, her body out of control, her hips frantically thrusting
upward.
    His hand clenched in her hair and pinpricks of pain dotted
her scalp. His other hand roughly grabbed her hip. He jammed his cock inside
her harder, faster. His tongue demanded a response and got it.
    He released her mouth to meet her gaze. “Open your eyes and
keep them open,” he demanded in a hoarse voice.
    She did as he told her. The need, the tension in his face
was an aphrodisiac. Her body liquefied to molten desire. She lost her mind and
words began to tumble from her mouth. “Oh God, do it. Tory, fuck me. Fuck me.
Harder.”
    He obliged her, his hips bruising as they slapped into hers.
The collision was raw and violent. He jerked her head by the hair to stare deep
into her eyes. “You want me. Say it.”
    “I want you,” she sobbed. Her whole body shattered and she
milked him, sucked him in, wanting him deeper inside her until there was no
“him” and “her”. Only this.
    He tossed his head back and his cock exploded inside her
pussy. She drowned in the sensation, which sent her into an extended orgasm
that left her weak and throbbing. It shook her, shattered her into a million
pieces, leaving her unsure she’d be able to reassemble herself again.
    He belonged to her.
    Where did that thought come from? It had to be some residual
effect from mind-blowing pleasure. But with his cock buried deep inside her,
his breath hot in her ear and his arms trembling, she couldn’t help the feeling
that he was hers, that as much as she had been bound to him, he was tied to
her.
    That was ridiculous, wasn’t it?
    She expected him to collapse on top of her, dismount her
like she was an animal. She wasn’t prepared for the gentle kiss, the drugging
touches and the sweet murmurs. He wasn’t abusing her. He didn’t “take” anything
she hadn’t given him. And while she didn’t like what that said about her, she
realized she’d been wrong about