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himself inside her. “Daniel…,” she began, not knowing what to say, her brain foggy with desire.

He swiped his tongue around the peak of one breast, then blew air across the moistened crest. “Tell

me how much you like that,” he said.

Her skin prickled pleasurably when he repeated this delicious torture with her other nipple, and she

mewed faintly and rolled her head. “Daniel…”

“So you want to come like this?” His hands clenched on hers as he braced up on his muscled arms,

entered her briefly with the head of his cock and withdrew.

A pulsing knot of need tightened in her core, his merciless teasing shooting ripples of need across

her system. “Yes. Yes, please.”

“Do you want this?”

He thrust his cock fully inside her, making her whimper at the complete penetration, stretching her

taut so that she twisted beneath him. “Yes!”

He withdrew, his chest heaving, a wild pulse fluttering at his thick throat. “Tell me you want it.”

“I want it.”

He thrust back inside her the instant she said that, and her moan was drowned out by his growl of

pleasure.

Nothing in her life had prepared her for the way she would feel when he penetrated her. He was big.

Bigger than anyone before him. Almost too big. He moved with expert precision, his hips rocking into

her, every inch of her insides stretched around him, gripping him greedily, almost screaming in agony

every time he pulled out.

She’d never thought she’d be the kind of woman to whimper like he made her whimper, breathless,

gripping him to her so that he wouldn’t stop.

Her lashes felt heavy, but she fought the urge to close her eyes out of a sheer, soul-consuming need

to watch his face contort in ecstasy as he came again. He was taking her there, higher and higher with

every gut-wrenchingly delicious stroke, and she frantically urged him with her hands, with the fast

movements of her hips. She wanted not to miss it when he climaxed … this time he would climax

inside her … how would his face break when he climaxed inside her?

Suddenly he increased the tempo and drew back to watch her, their only union   his long shaft, sliding

into her heat, in and out, in and out, until he plunged to the hilt and stayed, and she felt the powerful

jerks of his ejaculation within her sheath.… As soon as she saw that look on his face, harsh and

completely undone, a crazy explosion of colors and convulsions rushed through her, until she was

limp beneath him and thoroughly boneless.

Minutes after, he made a deep, rumbling sound of protest as though he didn’t want to move but had

to, and he grabbed a tissue from the nightstand to pull off the condom and wad it inside, then he set it

aside and slumped facedown beside her.

Sprawled on the bed on her back, Monica was still panting, still burning and in pain. It had been

torture, sweet, but torture all the same, to think of this all day. She’d worried he’d be busy tonight,

that she’d made a mistake, that she should do it just one more time, that she should never do it again,

all her emotions had come to the forefront, all her insecurities from years of trying not to wonder what

it felt like to really let go with a man.

She’d known she’d never be able to let go with anyone if she didn’t trust them … and she only

trusted Daniel. Daniel. Maybe this arrangement couldn’t last long term, but Monica couldn’t think

about that, when his skin glistened with sweat beside her, when her heart still thundered, when she felt

both feverish and vulnerable and aching for his touch and his desire.

“Daniel,” she murmured.

He groaned. He was still aroused, too, for she felt his erection strike her hipbone as he dragged

himself over her. He bent to gently bite down on a nipple, and the erotic, sensual pull of his teeth on

the very tip made her buck with a soft cry of need.

Her pussy was soaked, the juices dripping along the folds as he slid his length between her thighs,

and her core clenched in anticipation. He must know what she felt like. That just twenty-four hours

from last night to now had made her feverish, made her imagine all the ways he’d take her if she

called him, made her still burn for more. Something whirled around them, empowering them, their

naked bodies magnetized by an inexplicable force.

He seized her clit between his teeth and gently tugged, and she twisted as a barrage of pleasure

overtook her. He licked into her, not minding that he must taste like himself mingled with her, and at

the first firm push of his tongue into her channel, she almost went over the edge again, shuddering in

heat.

He leaned back to view her pussy as he fondled it with his fingers, his eyes burning hot. Those same