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me.”
    Five excruciating minutes later, we are wrapped in each other’s arms.
    Falling through his door.
    “I wanted to fuck you in that hallway. And then again outside the house. And then again in the car,” he says between kisses.
    I melt with his words. “I was so turned on. I might have let you.”
    His mouth comes down on me hard.
    We are only two steps inside the door.
    “That’s it. I’m taking you right here.” He lifts my silk dress and picks me up so I am straddling him.
    We fall against the wall. He lets his body weight drive into me.
    I hear the zipper of his tuxedo pants and then I feel his cock press against the red lace thong I had worn for the occasion.
    It only takes him an instant to push my panties aside and then he is inside me.
    His voice is strained, “God you feel so good. You’re so wet.”
    Getting fucked like this is a new experience.
    I am impaled by the wall and his cock. I am all feeling. All sensation. “Ahhh.”
    His need is urgent, he’s more animal than man. Seeing him lose control with each thrust, seeing him unravel drives me wild.
    He slams into me, hitting some part deep inside again and again.
    “Did you like watching those two girls fucking?” he says in a low voice as he kisses my neck.
    “Uhuh,” I breathe.
    His voice wild, wicked. “Yeah, you did.”
    He takes my earlobe in his mouth and sucks. My body relaxes into him further.
    His voice is raw, “Did you like watching Erik fuck that blonde?”
    Images of Professor West’s rock hard body…thrusting, flash before my eyes. His glistening body…the cut of his V …making that woman scream out…
    It’s too much.
    “Ahhhhhh.” I lose it, finding my release. Body writhing.
    The blinding light comes and for a few moments I don’t exist. I’m unaware of everything, even Damon, as the shock wave echoes from the deepest recesses of my body.
     
    We collapse to the hard wood floor. My head rests against his chest.
    The sound of our labored breathing is almost deafening.
    “Do you know how fucking on fire you are?” he’s surprised and flustered.
    “Um, thanks?” I guess that means he thinks I’m hot?
    I look up at him.
    He’s thinking. Trying to make sense of something.
    “No, it isn’t that you are sexy, it’s more that you are sex somehow?”
    The distant sound in his voice gives me the impression he’s talking more to himself than to me.
    Talking out loud in an effort to understand something he doesn’t.
    I raise an eyebrow and wait.
    He looks down at me then, “You exude it. I feel…unhinged when I’m close to you.”
    He shakes his head and combs his fingers through his hair, letting his head drop back against the wall.
    Then his head comes off the wall in a sharp movement that startles me, “Shit, are you on the pill?”
    “No, I had a shot,” I answer. No way was I risking that . I had asked my doctor before leaving California.
    “Phew, good.” His head falls back against the wall. “I just couldn’t wait—and that never happens.”
    A thought just occurs to me. It makes my stomach drop. That was stupid Elle —you are so smart, how could you be so stupid ?
    I turn away from him, embarrassed. “You don’t have…anything do you?”
    I don’t know the proper sex etiquette for asking that question.
    From the corner of my eye, I can see his lips turn up. That was a good sign. I think.
    “No. Part of the terms of The Society, are that you get tested at the start of every semester and then again if you engage in acts with anyone from the outside. And we always use protection.”
    He waits for me to look at him. “That is unless they are a confirmed virgin,” he says with a smirk.
    His eyes dance with mischief. “So we’re all good.”
    He leans down to kiss me softly. “And I haven’t been with anyone since getting tested,” he whispers.
    I relax and fall back into kissing him easily. These kisses are sweeter.
    Romantic.
    Then my brain turns back on, ruining the moment. Or maybe