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The pant turned into a whimpering cry when he circled her clit with his thumb, pressing down. He took another pin off.

“Oh… oh, oh, oh…”

He pumped his fingers into her, pulling off the last few pins in rapid succession. She was crying out, over and over, her sex clenching around his fingers. And as she came into his hand, he leaned in and crushed his mouth to hers. He needed her so damn much at that moment. Needed her to come into his mouth, to drink in her breath, to taste the sweetness of her. She thrashed beneath him, as much as she was able to in her tight bonds. His cock was so hard he thought he might burst. He thrust his tongue into her hot little mouth as he pumped into her tight, clasping pussy with his fingers. And almost came apart as she came and came.

It seemed like forever before she was able to catch her breath. And Adam kept kissing her—tiny, hot kisses over her cheeks, her lips, her eyelids. When she was finally able to open her eyes and look at him, his whole expression was soft, somehow, almost as if he’d climaxed with her. His eyes were dark and gleaming, his mouth as bruised-looking as she knew her own must be, his hair mussed for the first time. He frankly looked undone. It was a little shocking to see him like this.

Her heart surged. All she wanted was to be in his arms.

“Adam?”

He looked at her almost helplessly, shaking his head. “If I uncuff you now, Skye, I am bound to do something I’ll regret, and maybe you will, too.” He paused, ran a hand back over his hair. “Fuck me, but I am barely hanging on right now.”

“Don’t hang on. Let it go, Adam, just as you told me to. I have. And I need you.” How was she able to even put a coherent sentence together? She pulled hard against her bonds. “Please,” she begged.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he muttered, quickly unbuckling the cuffs from her wrists, massaging them, then doing the same with her ankles. He leaned over her. “Are you okay, Skye? I need to know. I need…” He shook his head.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down, planting a firm kiss on his mouth.

He pulled back. The look on his face was pure shock, and she wondered for a moment if he might be angry with her, if she’d been too bold with him. Then his whole expression shifted, his eyes going glassy, color rising in his cheeks.

“God damn it. Damn me,” he murmured before he grabbed her face in his hands and kissed her.

His mouth came down hard on hers. Brutal, crushing. But his lips were soft and warm. His mouth was even softer when he opened hers and his tongue drove inside. His kiss was pure animal need. Frantic. Glorious. She held on while he bruised her with his lips, while they panted into each others’ mouths. It was as though they were one singular, driving need.

He stripped his shirt off without taking his mouth from hers, then his pants. In a moment he was on top of her, skin to skin. The weight of his naked body was the most erotic sensation she’d ever felt. She had never needed anything more.

Her legs went around his wide back and she felt the ridge of a long scar under the tender skin of her left thigh where it pressed against the side of his ribcage. But she forgot all about it when his thick cock probed at the opening between her thighs. And he was kissing her and kissing her, until she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. All she knew was the feel and the scent of him. Him. Finally.

Adam.

“Fuck,” he growled, pushing himself up and off her body, off the table. “Condom,” he muttered. “Don’t move.”

He stalked off while she lay on the table, glorying in a sense of feminine power she’d never felt before. Seeing the effect she was having on this powerful, dominant man was a heady thing.

In moments he was back, ripping at the foil packet with his teeth and quickly sheathing his hard cock before he climbed back on top of her, lowering his body as he kissed her. She groaned against his lips, needing to feel the lovely press against hers, needing him inside her even more.

“Adam, please,” she whispered.

“Yes, beautiful girl, now.”

They moved in rhythm, their hips grinding, his cock pressing against her mound, burning hot. Her body shook with the pure pleasure of him on top of her, the wet heat of his tongue in her mouth. She needed to come again.

When he shifted and slid the head of his cock into her, her pussy clamped hard around him. God, he was big. His cock was a hot, pulsing shaft, paused at the entrance of her needy sex.

He pulled his mouth from hers, looking down into her face. Then, with his gaze locked on hers, he plunged inside.

She was filled, stretched, hurting and delirious with pleasure at the same time. Pleasure shot through her system like wildfire. Her clit pulsed. She was on the edge of climax already. She didn’t think it could get any better until he pulled back, then sank into her body. Her hips moved to meet his. He pulled out, surged into her again, and again she met his thrust. They moved in a primal rhythm, sensation driving through her, a powerful force. She could do nothing but give in.

The pressure built along with the pleasure. He bent his head to bite at her neck, his teeth sharp, nipping at her skin. She was thrilled by the pain, delighting in the sensation of him marking her. Yes, pure animal, but she was no more than that as she raked her nails down his back, digging in as the first wave of her climax slammed into her. Her sex was on fire, his cock pounding into her over and over. She shattered beneath him, exploding with a molten rush of liquid heat.

The scent of him in her nostrils, the feel of his big body crushing her, it was all part of it. She was coming and coming. He didn’t slow down, even as his own climax made every muscle in his body go rigid. He twisted his hands in her hair, and the sound that came out of him was a guttural growl. Still, he pumped into her, until she was weak and shivering beneath him.

When he finally went still other than his sharp, panting breath, she couldn’t move. Her arms were around his neck, her legs wrapped around his body. His cock was still hard inside her. He buried his face into her neck, his breath hot against her skin, and she wanted to stay just like this forever. Never wanted him to let her go.

Never… forever…

Her chest tightened and the damn tears threatened, pooling under her eyelids. She bit down on her lip, trying to hold them back. But she couldn’t do it. A sob broke through before she could prevent it.

His fingers flexed in her hair. “Ah, damn it, Skye,” he muttered.

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