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her, plunging deep, hard, as if he were driving home. Callie arched up, meeting his thrust the best she could in her bindings. Each impalement added to the heat and pleasure gathering in her core, coiling tighter, shuddering faster, tempered only by the sadness she couldn’t completely relieve.
    Tonight would be her last time to be with Eric. The last night to feel this impassioned, this loved, this cherished. She turned her head aside, camouflaging two fresh tears as they raced down her cheeks.
    Eric roared helplessly, every nerve in his body zapping with electricity. Fire billowed down his spine. Her pussy was tight, hot, wet, like warm figgy pudding. Being inside her was the best thing he’d ever felt. Right. Perfect. Where he should have been for far too long.
    The words crawled up his throat, threatening to drop out like Santa from the chimney, unprepared and unexpected. Yet unlike the gifts Santa delivered, Eric wasn’t sure the words would be as joyously received. Did she want love from him? Did she want commitment? Or was this only about sex? About having someone she felt comfortable enough with to be so uninhibited? She’d just broken off a long relationship. The bitter, soul-crushing breakup had ripped apart her confidence. Could she be ready for such commitment and emotion again?
    Eric’s hands explored her flushed body, capturing her breasts, massaging them, pulling on the hard cranberry tips until she quivered. He buried his face in her neck, breathing in the spicy vanilla scent dappled along her skin.
    At least for tonight she was his. For tonight he had her under his control, the power to illustrate how he loved her, to brand her forever with pleasure.
    “Come,” he commanded directly into her ear, feeling her shiver beneath him, her pussy clenching at the order.
    “No.” Her words were harsh, spit out between moans as he nibbled her neck, biting just enough to adorn her with his teeth.
    Eric pulled back, amazed. He’d never heard a woman deny her orgasm. Not when she was so close. Not when she wanted it so much.
    It shouldn’t surprise him. Everything about being with Callie was different, how much he felt, how much emotion she created within him. No other woman had ever pushed him so far, sawing at his control the whole way, and making him love every second of it.
    “No?” he questioned, plunging back into her, fast, deep, making her back arch and her legs shake.
    “Why not?” He increased the depth of his plunge, forcing her to feel every inch of him. He slammed into her, enjoying each whimper and moan. The returning challenge filled her eyes, an expression he hadn’t seen in six months.
    “I want you to come with me.”
    Eric smiled, his heart throbbing. His arms shook as he moved farther over her, meeting her gaze. He swirled his hips, shifting to touch places deep inside no one else had. She bit down on her full bottom lip, fighting to keep from screaming out, drawing a snicker from him that morphed into a howl as her pussy gripped him tight. “Whatever the lady wants.”
    He sped up his thrusts, gritting his teeth as she quivered around him, slamming into her to the hilt as her thighs clasped him. Her tiny toes danced behind his knees, curling against him as she cried her pleasure. His vision turned black as his ears filled with the pounding of his blood and the echo of her screams. His balls tingled, tight and hard, like peppermints.
    “Please.” Her wrists twisted, the very tips of her fingers stroking the crook of his hips, pushing him over the edge. He thrust into her fast, hard, demanding. He screamed, bells ringing in his ears, lights glistening in front of his eyes as bright and beautiful as a fully decorated Christmas tree.
    Her long, silky legs rubbed along his hips, shifting restlessly as she blubbered his name, shattering beneath him. Her pussy rippled around him, each clasp like another present under the Christmas tree, a gift she gave him and he returned as he bucked