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since she was
on her toes. The tip of his cock rested on her belly. John hooked
it with his thumb, dragging it down her skin to tuck it into her
folds.
    His shape and her wetness naturally clung
together. The up and down of his ribs quickened. Though she barely
knew him, Belle couldn’t remember feeling this intimate with anyone
before.
    “I want to move you,” he whispered, “like
you’ve never been moved before.”
    She didn’t get a chance to answer. He shoved
from the hips and filled her in one smooth stroke. That was
delicious enough, but apparently, he thought he could get deeper.
He pulled back a couple inches and shoved again.
    Oh God , she thought, hands fisting on
the ties that held her arms higher than her head. She needed
something to hold onto. He felt so incredible, so thick and hot and
perfect. Unable to resist, she worked her pelvis in a circle.
    “Belle,” John growled, drawing back and
plunging in once more.
    This time it felt like he touched her throat.
He was in her as far as he could go, as far as her body would allow
anyone. He slid his hand from the small of her back to cover her
ass, clamping her tight to him.
    Their eyes stared into each other. To her
surprise, his expression was as dazed as she felt.
    “Please,” she said shyly. “Do that
again.”
    The muscles of his face flickered. He liked
her begging him. His growl had no words then, no more than his
hungry grunts as he went at her. He fucked her like it had been a
long time for him, like every thrust needed to be as good as he
could make it. His hips struck so forcefully he lifted her off her
feet.
    His fervor was exactly what she’d been
longing for.
    She was being taken, unable to hold onto him
except with the muscles inside her sex. Despite this, no man had
ever felt this much hers . She knew no other woman was in his
mind as he swelled more and went faster.
    “Belle,” he said, sweat flying as their
bodies slapped. His face was tense, the slits of his eyes aflame.
“Belle, come for me.”
    It was as much a plea as an order. She closed
her eyes, savoring the slick hard drive of him inside her. Could
she hang on? She felt as if she were half going already, but she
wanted this to last. She chewed her lower lip, her neck arching
back as she fought being overwhelmed. The strangest thing was, even
though she’d screwed her eyelids shut, she could see him - as if
she were both inside herself being fucked and outside watching him
do it.
    John’s body was just as admirable from
behind, his tight rear humping and grinding into her. The hand that
wasn’t locked on her bottom gripped one side of the bondage frame,
presumably to help him keep his balance as he slung vigorously into
her. The way his back muscles clenched was astonishing.
    “Belle,” he warned between gritted teeth.
“It’s been too long for me. You need to let go fast. I’m going to
fucking go.”
    She saw something. Light glimmered along his
back in rainbow colored waves, as if the northern lights were
bursting out from his shoulder blades. The glimmers formed an
ephemeral shape: two tall wings like a dragonfly’s. John had wings?
Why on earth would she imagine that? Belle had never wished her
boyfriends could fly.
    “ Please ,” he snarled, slamming in and
holding.
    His plea drove Belle wholly back inside her
body. Heat burst from him to her, his seed jetting on her walls.
The orgasm this triggered was unlike any she’d ever had, every
nerve from fingertips to clitoris seeming to spasm. Her pussy
squeezed tight around his throbbing length, then relaxed, then
squeezed, the involuntary flutter a pleasure in itself. She gasped
for air as the sensations rose. Her head flung back. He slammed
into her and ejaculated more ...
    Though she’d never screamed during sex
before, Belle gave it up for him. John moaned like this was
nirvana, his climax seeming to vault to a new level.
    “Yes,” he urged, suddenly churning in her
like a crazy man. “ Yes .”
    Hoping to