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relationship. Perhaps he had to show her just how much she needed his touch—and
make her see how much she was addicted to him, just as he was addicted to her.
    “I want you naked beneath me, Anya. I want to thrust my cock
deeply inside of you. I want to fuck you hard and fast and leave us both
shaking in the aftermath of our coupling.”
    Her eyes lit with raw carnal hunger. His blunt language
aroused her, just as it always had. She reached for the fly to his trousers.
    “I want that too, Damien. I think we should do this now
before my head regains control. I’m running purely on the emotions you arouse
within me. I want your thick glorious cock inside of me now. I don’t want to
wait for it. I don’t want to continue arguing about who is right and who is
wrong when I know that I am right and you are wrong. Let’s not haggle about it
any longer, let’s just give in to sweet temptation.”
    He didn’t want to argue with her and if she wanted to cling
to the belief that she was right, who was he to challenge that?
    His ancestors had acted like foul bastards but he didn’t
care about his family honor at all. At least not when it came to the Asher
Family line. They were true bastards, and she could think ill of them all she
liked.
    If thinking of them as evil monsters made her sleep easily
at night than that was what she had to do.
    He ran his hand up the inside of her thigh and touched her
mound. She was so wet her panties were drenched. He could only imagine the
countless nights she’d spent away from Vanguard wanting him the way he’d wanted
her.
    He somehow managed to tug her underwear down her legs and
she helped him to kick them off. Her skirt was still bunched up around her legs
and he pushed it up even farther so he could gain entrance to her beautiful
cunt.
    She freed his cock from its material prison and her eyes lit
up as she stared at the engorged length.
    “I’m always amazed by the sight,” she murmured. “You never
cease to astound me.”
    Her praise stroked his ego just the way he liked it.
Groaning hungrily, he kissed her deeply as he entered her and drove home.
    He stilled inside of her and savored the moment. He had
waited so long for this moment. He’d fantasized about her every single night
and day since she’d left him. How many times had he been forced to suffer
through cold showers while he attempted to pleasure himself with his hand?
    He couldn’t do the job the way that being with his sweet
Anya did it Nothing could take her place.
    She locked her legs around him, the strength in her legs
reminding him of how fierce she was. He had never met a woman with such a
strong will before and it carried over into her physique. Even though she was
average height, she was bloody well stronger than she looked, and many a witch
hunter had found that out firsthand!
    His admiration for her swelled inside of him and increased
his thrusting power. He pushed in and out of her channel, and pulled out of her
completely at one point.
    She looked bereft. Her eyes locked on his as he kissed the
nape of her neck. Her breathing labored, she struggled to find the words he
wanted to hear.
    “Fuck me, Damien. I’ve waited fucking forever for this. If
you think I’m going to let you get off without me going along for the ride you
are sadly mistaken, sir!”
    He chuckled huskily, kissed her roughly and slammed back
into her again, making her body jolt with the force. At first he wondered if he
had hurt her but the blissful expression on her face told him that everything
was fine. Now was the time to drive them both toward the edge of ecstasy!
    Anya wanted to cry. It was all so perfect. She had her Damien
back with her and driving her to the height of pleasure she’d so missed during
her time away from him. Feeling him inside of her made her feel so complete.
    He continued to screw her the way she liked. The sound of
their bodies clashing together was erotic for her. She grasped him closer to
her. Pulling