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The possessiveness in his voice should have sent me running. It should have had me making a beeline for the first train out of Dodge.

Instead, I screamed as it rocketed me right over the edge. My hands curled into fists and my back arched beneath him as shockwaves of bliss shot through every fiber of my body.

“Christ,” he hissed as my walls gripped him rhythmically.

He slowed but didn’t stop, and as I came back down, I unhooked my legs, placed my right foot on the mattress, and pushed off hard, rolling us until I was on top again, this time, with his cock deep inside me.

He let go of my wrists and grabbed hold of my hips, but I dug my fingertips into his chest in warning.

My turn, I told him silently as I started to ride him, setting the pace and the depth so that the head of his cock pretty much stayed in constant contact with my G-spot. God, that was good.

His hands slid up to my tits, squeezing hard and catching my nipples between his fingers. He tugged and twisted, sending hot jolts of pleasure straight to my pussy.

The scent of sweat mingled with sex filled my nostrils, and every thrust sent me closer to the edge.

I ran my fingernails down his pecs as I fucked him, grazing over his nipples and making his abs clench. And so encouraged, I leaned down and flicked my tongue over one tight peak. But before I could sample the other, I was moving again, being rolled beneath him.

“Your pussy feels fucking amazing,” he groaned.

“Thanks,” I panted flippantly. “Your cock’s not bad either,” I said, but I think he took it as a challenge if the sly grin was any indicator.

Whatever we’d been doing before had, apparently, just been a warmup because the powerful thrusts that followed rocked me to my core. He fucked me so hard, so deep, his hips slammed into mine and the headboard banged against the wall, thudding so loud, it sounded like thunderclaps.

If the last climb had come fast, this one had to have been setting a world record. I could feel it, taste it. Right there. And then it crashed over me like a tidal wave of monolithic proportions.

As my inner walls clenched around him, he threw his head back and his cock swelled impossibly more as he shouted my name through his own release.

My name.

My name on Cielo’s lips, his face etched in pleasure.

That thing in my chest twisted, and I looked away, focusing on the aftershocks that were coursing through my body.

He dropped his head into the crook of my neck, catching his breath as his heart beat wildly against mine. The urge to run my fingers through his hair overwhelmed me. This felt tender, intimate.

And that needed to stop right now.

“You are going to pay for that corset, I hope you know,” I said, curling my hands into fists at my sides.

I could feel his lips curve up in a smile against my neck. “Worth every penny.”

Then, thankfully, he pushed himself up and rolled off me, unfortunately, taking that magnificent cock with him.

All right, so I had sex with Cielo Luciano, I thought to myself as I stared up at the ceiling. I won’t say it was the most clear-headed thing I’d ever done.

I waited for my heartbeat to return to something that resembled normal, for the wave of bone-deep tranquility to pass. For the idle circles Cielo was drawing along my bare hip to stop feeling so damned good.

“Impulsive actions lead to consequences you’ll regret,”Dr. Steele had said.

But what Dr. Steele had failed to mention was they also led to mind-blowing orgasms.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Cielo Luciano

Charlotte rolled to the edge of the bed and stood up, walking naked to her closet, and giving me an eyeful of her tanned, heart-shaped ass and legs that went on for fucking miles.

Christ.

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