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her still.
    "Mac, please—" Her voice was raw and thick with excited arousal now.
    He rarely held her release back. He had sensed the wildness in her from the beginning, the deep-seated core of a sensualist that would one day meet his darkest desires head-on.
    This was what he had waited on for more than three years. The hunger he saw in her eyes now, felt in her pussy. The needs rising to the surface, challenged by his restraint, his refusal to satisfy them enough to keep them banked. This was the woman he had known she could be.
    He moved, drawing back before sinking inside the fist-tight channel once more, glorying in her cry of pleasure and the flex of her pussy.
    "This what you want, sweetness?" He moved again, harder, pressing deeper as her head thrashed and perspiration ran down her face.
    Oh yes, this was what she wanted. She was panting, throttled cries falling from her lips as she fought against his hold.
    "Look at where you are, Kei," he told her then. "Out in the open. Anyone can see.
    Should we stop now?"
    She shook her head, her hips flexing as her thighs tightened on him.
    "Do you know what they would see?" He growled, leaning down to nip at her lips.
    "They would see perfection. The sweetest honey in the world coating my balls."
    He could feel it, like a wash of creamy, liquid silk tightening his balls further.
    "Mac." Erotic hesitation filled her voice even as her juices became thicker, silkier. As though the thought of being watched filled her with both trepidation and excitement.
    He flexed inside her again, stroking the back of her pussy, feeling her clench around him as her nails bit into his shoulders, digging in with sensual pain as he felt his control slip.
    He gripped the cheeks of her ass, holding her tight as he began to move, shafting inside her with hard, deep motions of his hips. The pleasure was so intense it was nearly pain.
    The grip of the sweetest muscles in the world tightened as he felt her pussy began to convulse. Her cries filled his ears, his senses, and tore free his own release.
    Pumping inside her, each spurt of semen was followed by a hard punch of ecstasy.
    Driving. Fulfilling. For the first time since he had begun sleeping with her, Mac felt that hard, dark knot of lust in his gut easing marginally as he filled her with his release.
    She was like a forbidden fruit. Tempting. Sweet. Innocent. Uncorrupted. So sweetly uncorrupted that her innocence shone in her eyes like a beacon of purity. It was one of the things he loved about her. One of the things that the dark sensuality inside him blazed in response to.
    In that moment, as he held her tight to him, hearing her wild cries ease, Mac knew that corrupting her was rising higher, much higher, on his list of priorities.
    Before it was over with, he would lose his wife. Or he would gain his soulmate. The question was, could he survive losing both?

Chapter 3
    The next night, Mac stood on the balcony outside his and Keiley's bedroom, smoking. He stared at the glow of the cigarette in his hand, a frown marking his brow before he drew the filter to his lips and inhaled.
    The restlessness growing inside him wasn't abating, and he knew why. It was the same thing that had drawn him to the balcony rather than into sleep, despite the lateness of the hour.
    Keiley.
    He stared into the night sky as he inhaled, drawing the acrid burn of the smoke into his lungs even as he lashed at himself for resorting to a crutch. Not that it did more than ease the restlessness in his hands anymore. It did nothing to ease the hunger that rose in his gut and had his dick so damned hard he could probably hammer nails with it.
    And dumbass that he was, rather than relieving that hunger in the giving heat of his wife's sexy body, he was out here smoking. Because he knew he couldn't take her without putting the wariness back in her eyes that he had put there the other day.
    A hard grimace had him grinding his teeth as he thought of the way Keiley had watched him