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more,”   he
murmured.   “If you want to.”
    She wasn’t going to lift her head to answer.   It was impossible, he was too big, but he brought his hands
down, his long fingers cradling her face, massaging her jaw, stroking her with
such a deft, sure touch that she opened, and the last few inches filled her
mouth, and an unexpected climax shook her body.
    “Oh, Christ,”   he groaned,
holding still, letting her take what she wanted.
    And she wanted more.   She
wanted him to come in her mouth, she wanted to swallow him, swallow everything,
take it all inside her.
    But suddenly he pulled her away, lifting her off him, and she let out
a cry of protest, struggling.
    It was a waste of time – he was too strong.   He pulled her onto the shabby old sofa,
underneath him as he reached for his pants, shoving them off his legs.   He pushed her back against the
cushions, turning away, and then he came back to her, a silver packet it his
teeth as he tore it open, taking the condom and sheathing himself in it.   She closed her eyes, her legs spread
around him, but his hand caught her chin once more.
    “Look at me,”   he
said.   “I want you to watch me when
I come inside you.”
    She couldn’t move.   Didn’t
want to move, her eyes caught with his as he lowered himself over her, and she
felt him against her, the silken touch of his sheathed cock against her
wetness.   “Watch me,”   he whispered, pushing inside her.
    She let out a little gasp.   He was big, so much bigger and she wanted to close her eyes, savor the
feel of him, but she couldn’t.   She
simply stared into his eyes as he pushed deeper, harder, taking her as she had
taken him.
    She thought he was all the way in, when he slid his hands beneath her
butt and pulled her up, against him.   The last bit of his cock shoved home and a shudder of pure, molten
pleasure exploded inside her.
    He smiled down at her.   “Now you can close your eyes, ma belle .   And enjoy the forbidden.”
    She lifted her hands from the sofa and clutched his shoulders.   “Who’s forbidding me?”   she whispered.
    “Good girl.   Take what you
want.”   He pulled out, then thrust
back in, deeper than ever, and she moaned, her head thrown back.
    “Too much?” he whispered against her mouth.
    “More,”   she gasped,
digging her fingers into his sweat-slick shoulders.
    It was if she’d released a whirlwind.   He pushed her down onto the old feather cushions, pinning
her shoulders as he arched over her.   She held on to him, reveling in the feel of him, deep inside her, as a
darkness began to build, something powerful and unknown, differing from the
climax he’d given her on her bed, different from anything she’d ever felt
before.   Everything was dissolving,
leaving nothing but their joining, thrusting against each other, and her body
trembled with the beginning of a terrifying, impossible release.
    “No,”   she gasped,
suddenly frightened.   She didn’t
want to go there – it was death and disaster and she would be lost.
    He covered her mouth with his, silencing her cry, and she kissed him
back as a climax shuddered through her, clenching around his thrusting cock.
    He growled in response but didn’t stop, pushing deeper, deeper still
inside her, and the darkness closed over her.   She struggled, and his mouth was hot and damp against her
ear.
    “Let go,”   he said, his
voice a mere whisper.   “Don’t fight
it.   Take it.   Take me.”   He bit her earlobe again, hard, and she cried out, sliding
to a darker level of hell, shuddering in the final, building response that made
no sense, she had come already, too many times, she didn’t want this, she was
afraid …
    And then the last barrier fell, and she tried to scream, but no sound
came out as she tumbled into the darkness, free falling, her entire body
shaking apart.   She clawed for
something to hold onto, but he fell with her, his silent, choked gasp echoing
in her ears as