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her.
     
    He threw her onto the bed. She bounced with a yelp. The movement loosened the towel on her body. It opened up slightly, exposing more flesh to Dylan’s hungry gaze.
     
    Rory felt her skin go hot. She sat up on the bed.
     
    “I just realized something,” she said. “You’ve never seen me naked before.”
     
    Dylan grunted in surprise. “No, I guess not. That’s my own damn fault.”
     
    His hands grabbed the edge of the towel and lifted her to her feet. Then he ripped the towel from her body, revealing her bare skin. She inhaled a sharp breath, surprised at Dylan’s eagerness. He was so dominant, so forceful. Rory couldn’t believe how much it turned her on.
     
    She’s always been attracted to Dylan’s strength, his power. For years, she wondered what he would be like in a more intimate setting. She was finding out, and so far, he was better than she’d imagined. Now that he’d stopped fighting his desires, Dylan had taken total control of the situation. Rory couldn’t have been more excited.
     
    He looked down at her, passion blazing in his eyes. “It was worth the wait,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire. “You are gorgeous.”
     
    He grazed his fingertips down her cheek, sending shudders through her. His hands trailed down until they found her breasts. She bit her lip and sighed as he cupped her breasts gently with his strong hands. His palms were rough against her skin, scraping maddeningly over her nipples.
     
    She moaned, helpless to hold back the sounds of her arousal. She felt an intense ache between her legs. Her thighs clenched together to still that wild, pulsing desire.
     
    “I can’t believe this is happening,” Rory said breathlessly.
     
    “I can barely believe it myself.”
     
    “It feels like an impossible dream.”
     
    “Then let’s never wake up,” Dylan said, and planted a kiss on her lips.
     
    Rory grabbed at the hem of his shirt. They broke apart just long enough for her to pull the shirt over his head. She ran her fingers over the hard lines of his abs, marveling at how solid they were. The man was made of steel. Every part of him, including the thick length straining against his jeans.
     
    Rory reached out to touch him. He grabbed her wrists and gently, but firmly pushed them behind her back. He leaned his head close to her, so close his warm breath tickled her ear.
     
    “Not yet,” he whispered, his voice low. “I’ve waited so long for this. I want to feel you first.”
     
    She wasn’t sure what he meant by that. With one hand, he pinned both of her wrists behind her. With the other, he caressed his fingertips up her thigh, trailing slow, lingering circles over her skin. The feel of it made Rory’s legs quiver.
     
    She moaned, and Dylan smothered the sound with a tender kiss.
     
    His hand slid slowly up her leg, letting the anticipation build. Rory could feel the heat building up inside her, aching with need. Her hips squirmed, desperate for sensation. All the while, Dylan kept her hands trapped, unable to move.
     
    Dylan was in total control of her body, dominant and sure. Every tender graze of his fingers along the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs made her need more.
     
    Finally, he brushed his finger along her lips and she almost burst right then and there. Her knees quaked with the feeling of his strokes.
     
    He dipped a finger inside her and she groaned with pleasure. Rory shifted her hips against his hand, eager for more. Her body leaned against his, needing support. She savored the feeling of her skin against his, feeling closer to him than she’d ever felt before.
     
    “This feels amazing, Dylan,” she breathed.
     
    “ You feel amazing,” he said, his voice low and enticing. “So hot and wet for me I can’t stand it.”
     
    He pressed his palm against her clit. The pressure sent her pleasure soaring to dizzying heights. He continued to stroke her, rocking his palm against her with every movement, pushing her ever