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Holding my thighs in his big, very capable hands, he spreads them further apart. Exposing me. His eyes meet mine with a burning insolence, as if daring me to turn away now. I couldn’t if I tried. My choice was made when he stepped through that door.

No. My choice was made the day I came here.

His eyes burning into me, he slowly lowers his mouth. He lazily drags his tongue along my swollen, throbbing clit, again and again. I cry out, my hips jerk. A moan of ecstasy slips through my lips, my palms flat on the bed on either side of me to keep me from flying away. My body quivers on the edge of ecstasy, the first spasm of orgasm echoing through me. He pumps his fingers in me. I shatter.

I can’t breathe, I can’t think, as my body bucks under the pressure of my climax. I come so hard, so many times, his heavy body atop mine, his length pressed between my legs. I scream his name until I’m hoarse.

Still riding the waves of ecstasy, I feel his breath in my ear before he says in a ragged voice, “I want to be in you when you come again. I want to feel you climax with me.”

“Again? I’ll die.” I grab the back of his neck, pull him to me, and slam my mouth on his. “Bring it.”

His low, masculine chuckle sends a spasm of pleasure straight through me. “I promise you, baby. I’ll make it worth it. Over. And over. And over again.” He kisses my cheek while he holds me, his length throbbing along with my pulse. A deep sense of peace invades my senses. I feel like I belong here. I know I can trust him.

Hypnotized by his touch, I surrender to him. I’ve never surrendered to anyone in my life.

This feels so right.

I study his face unhurriedly, each perfect, harsh, beautifully masculine detail. I love the way he looks at me hungrily, the way his muscles tighten, as if he’s holding himself back.

“Make love to me, Cain.”

His weight flush against me, he moves with determination, braces himself over me, and lines himself up between my legs. Then my wrists are trapped in his big, unyielding hands, as he puts his lips on mine.

He thrusts. I scream out loud. He stills.

“Don’t,” I pant. “Don’t stop.Please.”

He skims a hand down my side as he thrusts again and again, gliding in and out of my slick heat in a perfect rhythm. Every thrust undoes me, every bolt of blissful pleasure makes me whole again. He swells inside me, but I take him. Each thrust sends sparks of pleasure rolling through me until I can’t hold myself back any longer.

He releases a deep, masculine moan so ragged and raw, I lose myself to bliss and join him in ecstasy.

Seconds, moments, hours later, I’m still tangled in his taut limbs. He rolls over and tucks me to his chest. I can’t move. I can’t even open my eyes. It’s a wonder to me he even has the strength to lace his fingers through my hair, and yet he does.

“I’m on birth control,” I say on a sigh, half dead.

“Your timing’s impeccable,” he says with another one of those manly chuckles I wish I could record and play in an endless loop. I’d pay money to hear that again.

“I’m good like that. You still need to shower?”

“No, baby. I don’t need anything now.”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Violet

“Eyes on the target.Donottake your eyes off the target.”

“If I take my eyes off the target, do I get?—”

“Don’t try me, woman.”

I grin as I pull the trigger.

Boom.

Boom.

Boom.

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