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previously seemed too cool flicked off. The room became hot and muggy, and his body temperature soared. The struggle to keep his human form forced oxygen in and out of his lungs in quick pants.
    She must’ve noticed his struggle because she lifted her chin and took his lips in a soft, reassuring kiss. “I trust you.”
    Three simple words, but they held the power of a narrative. At once, the tension left his body. He could do this, take her places she’d never known without giving into the beast raging inside him.
    “I wish I had a pair of handcuffs,” he admitted.
    Her eyes darkened. “You want to tie me down?”
    “For me,” he corrected with a short laugh. “I plan to fuck you long and hard tonight. It would be best if I was restrained.”
    She joined in his laughter. “I’ll keep that in mind for next time.”
    Next time? If he survived the night, he wasn’t sure of the feasibility of a second. He repositioned himself and straddled her waist. His cock rested against her flat belly, no longer close to the haven of wet warmth between her legs. Precum leaked from the tip of his cock and left a tiny, glistening trail near her belly button.
    His palms moved to her breasts and cupped them. She wasn’t voluptuous, but the twin mounds more than filled his hands. The perfect size and all he’d ever need. Coral-tipped nipples pressed into his palms, and he plied them between his thumbs and forefingers.
    She moved her hips, almost as if she would buck him off, but his weight trapped her. Her legs were free to move, but there wasn’t much she could do to free her upper body. She mimicked him and put her hands to his pecs. She toyed with his nipples, an act he generally detested, but it felt wonderful when she did it.
    He sucked in a breath when she slid her hands down the ridges of his abdomen and brushed his cock. He glanced down and watched her encircle his cock with one hand and cup his balls with the other. Holy fuck, he was going to come. By sheer force of will, he cut off the threat of premature ejaculation. He felt like a teenager with his first lay. But Celeste was nothing like that long-forgotten girl in high school.
    His cock lengthened in her hands and turned to steel. He’d been hard half the night and thought he’d gotten used to lack of blood anywhere but in his dick. He was wrong. He was light-headed and perilously close to passing out, putty in her hands. Shocked the hell out of him.
    “Stop.” He brushed her hands away.
    She seemed disappointed. “You don’t like it?”
    “A little too much,” he answered with complete honesty.
    “Oh.” She bit her lip, but a grin broke through. “Good. I’m glad.”
    It was time to turn the tables. He smoothed his hands down her arms and delighted in the goose bumps that followed in the wake of his strokes. He laced their fingers together and pinned her hands to the mattress before bending down to kiss her. Her lips parted easily, and their tongues tangled in a fierce duel.
    He pumped his hips, unashamed at rubbing his cock on her. Her legs moved, her thighs bumping against his ass. He chuckled against her lips. “Easy now.”
    “You take it easy,” she rejoined. “Come on, Micah.”
    The wheedling tone pierced the sexual fog he found himself in. With one more delicious kiss, he climbed off her and dug his wallet out of his abandoned jeans. He grabbed the foil packet stuffed inside and returned to her. Celeste surprised him by plucking the package from his fingers and ripping it open herself.
    “Here.” She extended the condom to him. “Hurry.”
    He rolled it on and prayed his cock wouldn’t burst the latex. Right then, it was harder than he ever remembered it being before. It fit much tighter than it should. It would have to do because it was his only one. Nothing would stop him from having her. One moment he was giving the condom careful consideration and the next he lay flat on his back.
    Celeste hovered over him, her long hair hiding part of