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her knee, planting his hand near her hip so her leg was drawn up. Then he did the same with the other hand, and now Jamie was stretched open and her hips lifted up and her body bare for his pleasure.  
    “God!” she shrieked. “Yes!”
    Jamie reached up behind her head to grasp the headboard, lifting up to meet his first stroke. He delivered the initial thrust slowly, as he had all the rest, worshipful and prolonged. Jamie waited, quivering, as he drew himself out, and then when he began to glide back in slowly, she lifted herself off the bed to meet him, hard.  
    Chase slumped over her, forehead touching her belly, breath huffing on her navel, his entire body trembling with restrained need.
    “I need it, Chase,” Jamie whimpered. “I need you. I need you. Please. Don’t hold back anymore. Give me all of you. Hard.”
    Chase growled at her words, a primal sound of capitulation. He drew out, shudderingly slow, and then, with an infinitesimal pause, he slammed himself home with nearly savage force. Jamie loosed a scream of rapturous bliss, dragging her nails down his back so hard she knew she’d drawn blood. Chase growled, thrusting again, hard and slow, pulling out and crashing in against her in a rhythm now, and she could only return her hands to cling to the headboard and cry out in euphoric delight as he slammed into her, harder and harder now, faster and faster, feeling her body shaking and trembling with the coiled tension of impending orgasm.  
    Jamie met him thrust for thrust, using the headboard for leverage to get herself off the bed, crushing her folds against him desperately, wanting more even as he gave her more. She was unable to control the sounds emerging from her throat, tiny mewls, shrieks, screams, ragged sobs. Chase grunted and growled with each thrust, moaning with every furious pump of his hips.  
    Chase released Jamie’s legs, and she wrapped them around his waist, clung to his neck with her arms, and pressed her lips to his ear.  
    “I love this, Chase,” she whispered. “I love you. Yes…oh, god, yes.”
    They were moving together frantically, desperately.  
    “Jamie. Oh, Jay. I need you... Don’t stop,” Chase said, his voice guttural and thick.
    “Come with me, Chase,” Jamie said, feeling the waves begin to roll over her body. “Oh, god, I’m gonna come right now, so hard, so hard.”
    Chase lost the rhythm, grinding into her with stuttering, shattering force, groaning every time his body   slammed into hers. “Say it again, baby.”
    Jamie knew exactly what he wanted her to say. “Come with me.” She clung to him, her hands on the nape of his neck and the back of his head, holding his face against her throat. “Come with me, Chase. Now. Oh. Oh…oh, god, oh, fuck!”  
    Jamie felt lightning strike inside her, a detonation so intense she couldn’t stand it, couldn’t take it. She felt herself coming apart at the seams, shattering, splitting apart, full past bursting with all of Chase, with the infinite potency of his love, of his body inside her, of his arms around her, and all she could do was sob and cling and come, and come again and again while Chase undulated into her, making an incoherent sound in his throat that was part sob, part feral growl, and all man. He pushed and pushed and pushed, his mouth quivering between her breasts as he thrust frantically, arrhythmically. Jamie felt wave after wave of climax wash over her, each one more earth-shattering than the last, until she knew she was experiencing something far beyond mere physical orgasm.  
    Then she felt Chase unleash, felt his body tense and clench, then felt him judder and thrust hard, twice, and go still, lying on top of her, his lips pressing delirious kisses to her throat, chest, shoulders, cheek, and then her lips.  
    Jamie kissed him back, devouring his mouth, his breath, taking his love into her through the contact. Tears slipped out, trickled down her cheek and onto the pillow. She wasn’t sure