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so long. I’ve wanted to hear you make that sound and to know I’m the one triggering it in you, Carrie,” Mark says in a low hum. His voice feels like the rumble of an engine. I can barely understand his words, though, because I’ve lost the ability to string thoughts together.  
    A wave swells inside me, making me move against hi s hand in a rhythm that se e ms ancient and untaught. I seek what he gives. I crave his touch. I move against him until the swollen, begging need in me reaches a tipping point and I pull away, afraid of this feeling inside. It’s too much, too intense, too bold.  
    “Let go,” he whispers, moving with me, keeping his fingers on the core of my being. His mouth dips down and he slides his tongue around my nipple, the sensation the last drop that overflows my cup.
    And I crash, like a wave on ragged cliffs, like a boulder down a rocky mountain, like a waterfall in the mountains during spring th a w.
    “Oh, Mark,” I whisper, my voice raw before the cries emerge, my body chilled and on fire. Like an atomic reaction, I implode, then explode, every nerve ending filled with a fiery sensation that leaves me boneless, dripping with gratitude and the glowing sensation of discovery.  
    I cling to Mark until it’s over, my orgasm like a natural phenomenon, both glorious to experience and awe-inspiring in its power.
    When our eyes meet it’s like seeing a mirror into the very essence of our soul.
    O ur soul.
    The one we just fused together.
    I lunge at him, my mouth commanding, my newly-tap p ed power matching his. The furious push of skin against skin isn’t a nicety any more. I t’s a must. I’ve waited all these years, timid and fearful. I’ll be damned if I’m going to have a taste of power like that and not ask for more.
    Mark pins me down, his arms stronger than mine, and soon I’m under him, unable to move, as he reaches into a bedside table and pulls out a condom. I’m on the pill but I don’t say anything, so transfixed by watching his hunter’s body move with a presence that says he owns me.  
    Condom on, he reaches down, holding my arms.
    “I’ll never let you go,” he whispers.
    Having him pin me in place feels safe. Nude and hot, slick and sweet against each other, the ownership feels right. He lets go of my arms and centers himself. I widen my legs and will him. Will him to come in.
    Will him to come home .
    He does, entering me with a fullness that makes me cry out his name. The moment is so perfect I could relive it forever, caught in an endless loop of nothing but the pure joy of his body completing mine. Of all the ways I had imagined sex would fe e l, I had never, ever fathomed that I could feel a sense of completeness so infinite that it would turn time itself inside out.
    Love. Only love c an do that.
    Sensual strokes, his movements so careful that I want to beg him to move, carr y the first minute. He buries his cheek against my neck and bites my earlobe, making me gasp. The twinning of a tiny pinpoint of pain with so much joyful movement just heightens the pleasure.
    Who knew? I surely didn’t. And now that I do, I want n o thing more.
    Ma rk ’s scent fills me, a mix of sweat and man and my own essence . We’re creating an infusion that will consume my senses for days to come. Years to come. Decades, even.
    Yet centuries would never, ever give me enough.
    “You okay?” he asks softly, moving my hair from my ear. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
    I laugh. “Hurt? This is the opposite of hurt.” I wrap my legs around his waist and angle up, a sudden electric spark making me clench.
    He groans. “You feel so good. Oh, so good, Carrie.”
    I reach up to kiss him, b i ting his lower lip and sucking. H e returns the kiss with more, his lips so hard, his tongue so demanding I feel bruised.
    I n a good way.
    He pulls back, then thrusts in, the friction making me shudder. Another wave begins, off in the distance, as if my body is the ocean and my climax is on