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When he thrust his cock again it was
like a surge of electricity jolting her lungs back to life.
    The muscles in his abdomen undulated as he
entered her body with an upward thrust of his hips. He creased his brow. Donavan? Eve rarely called him Donavan. Oh, but he liked the sound of his name on her
lips. He could easily get used to hearing her scream it.
    A drop of sweat beaded down his temple. The sweat
wasn’t from exhaustion, though. From the moment he slid his cock inside her
sweet pussy, he’d been fighting the need to come. As her cunt tightened into a
merciless sleeve of quivering flesh around his shaft, the fight was beyond
over. It was obliterated.
    With the onslaught of sensation his thighs burned
and his abs quaked. The head of his cock felt massive and swollen as it slammed
against the spongy internal wall of her soaked pussy. In a flash of white hot
pleasure, every nerve in the crown awoke and demanded release.
    “Fuck,” he swore against the soft skin of Eve’s
throat.
    Shudders assaulted his body like the impact of
machine gun fire and the muscles throughout his shoulders went piano wire taut.
Donavan released a groan. Half animal and half human, the low throaty rasp
boomed throughout the walls of their private sex chamber as his heavy sac
tightened and an upsurge of scalding fluid erupted.
    Tremor after violent tremor, Donavan clung to her
body. He cradled her against his sex sated frame as ragged breathing echoed in
his head. For a long time he couldn’t decipher her breathing from his. For now,
they were one being, fused together by flesh and pleasure.
    Eventually confident that his legs would obey the
signals sent from his brain in order to walk, Donavan reached up and released
the snaps on the restraints. Her arms dropped limply around his neck and she
shivered against his chest. The tips of her fingers grazed between his shoulder
blades like slender rods of ice on his hot skin. Her hands were freezing. As he
carried her to the bed she proceeded to curl them in and out, seemingly trying
to regain some of the circulation.
    Slowly, like a stream of warmed honey Eve poured
out of his arms and onto the rich, satin sheets. For a moment, he studied her. Her
long dark hair spilled in a tangled mess of frays and curls around her flush
face while her supple breasts rose and fell with labored breaths. She was so
simply beautiful a knot formed in his chest. So beautiful, he was already
growing hard with the need to take her again. And he would. Over and over. He
would. But not now.
    “Don’t move,” he murmured, brushing his knuckles
gently across her forehead.
    Eve said nothing when he left her on the bed and
crossed into the adjoining bathroom. He wasn’t sure if her silence was from
exhaustion or because she was busy plotting his painful death for shackling her
up like a prisoner. A slow smile spread across his face as he ran warm water
into a basin. Painful death or not, he would gladly do it again.
    “You seem to know your way around this place very
well,” Eve commented when he returned from the bathroom. Her mundane tone had
him briefly lifting his gaze to her face. She was looking away from him and
hugging her arms tightly over her breasts. A defensive posture. It wasn’t the
usual reaction he was accustomed to after making love to a woman but then again
there wasn’t anything usual about Eve. “Do you bring a lot of women to this
room?” she asked casually.
    He set the basin on the nightstand and rang out
the cloth. Truthfully, he didn’t bring many women here. The theme of the room
was romantic and he rarely mixed romance and sex. The combination often sent
mixed signals when he only meant for his rendezvous to last a few hours at a
time. At most, a few days.
    However, Eve was not just some woman he’d met at
the club interested in an evening of domination and fucking. She was the only
female he had ever managed a lasting relationship with. True, they were colleagues
but somewhere between