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as if she weighed nothing and the house was on fire.
    “You’re still dressed,” she said while he lowered her to the mattress.
    “Not for long.” Reaching behind him, he pulled the t-shirt over his head in one fluid motion. She rose to her elbows to watch him take the rest off. He was really something else. A dream man come to life. Dane pulled out his wallet and tossed it on the bed next to her. “Condom,” he ordered while shucking off his jeans.
    “So bossy.” But she pulled the condom out anyway, holding it palm up.
    Dane cupped the back of her head and brought his face down close to hers so that she was trapped in his gaze. “You haven’t begun to see bossy yet. I’m going to fuck you, Holly. I’m going to make you cry and moan and beg. I’m going to pay you back for every moment of desperation you’ve put me through. If you can walk after I’m done with you it will be a miracle.”
    Nobody had ever talked like that to her before. She loved it. “Tell me more,” she said, reaching for his cock, enjoying the way it pulsed when she touched it. It was already like stone, but it continued to harden, proudly pointing at her.
    Dane groaned a sound from deep in his chest. “Tell you more? Oh baby, I’m going to show you more. God that feels amazing.” He hadn’t let go of the back of her head, but his other slid down between the slick folds of her sex. “ You are amazing.”
    She shivered, already banking towards another climax as he swept his fingers over her clit. Dane released her head when she handed him the condom, realizing that she didn’t have the mental capacity left to deal with the packaging.
    He tore it open with his teeth like some kind of primal beast. Something deep inside her responded with a Hell, yes! Bring it on . She threw herself back on to the mattress and submissively waited for him to begin his ravishment.
    He was on her, in her, so quickly that the invasion shocked them both. They stilled as her body relaxed to accommodate his impressive size. It didn’t take long before her hips were rocking of their own accord to bring him closer.
    “Wrap your legs around my waist,” he ordered, and when she did, he plunged deeper inside her. His head snapped up and his gaze shot to hers, trapping her again. It was too much, too intimate, but she couldn’t break the connection.
    He withdrew, and then drove into her again, harder still. Each thrust brought him deeper until she was mindless as he moved within her faster and faster. Each thrust of his body tortured her even as it pleasured. She’d never known a hunger so dark.
    Dane reared back violently, his whole body clenching, his muscles seizing. He was holding back his climax and she wanted to see him lose himself to her. To forget his reputation, his lovemaking skills. She wanted him panting and unable to control himself, so she squeezed her inner muscles tightly. “Fuck me harder. I want you to come inside me.”
    “You’re killing me,” he groaned. Holly tilted her hips a touch more, and Dane hissed as he savagely grabbed her hips and pistoned into her over and over, her name like prayer on his lips. She hit her head on the headboard when he plunged one last time and the near feral tremors of his body rocked her to another climax into the edge of oblivion.

Dear Mr. Virile,
    I’m worried that I am too loud in bed? I can’t help it. Do guys care?
    Signed,
    Aurally Sensitive
    Dear Aurally,
    Most men love to hear a turned on woman. And they feel like they are doing their job well when it’s our name, or God’s, on your lips. I know that it’s commonly accepted that men are visually stimulated…but haven’t you seen us drool over sub-woofers too? The best sex is uninhibited sex, so stop worrying and let yourself go.
    Yours,
    Mr. Virile

Chapter Seven
    Dane was not a cuddler. He usually gave himself ten minutes, tops, to stay in bed after sex. His arm was asleep, her bed was too soft, and his dog probably had to go out after