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wrong. She had said that Stefan would melt for me, but I’m the one melting.
    He’s warm and firm when he first enters me, his initial fervor seemingly kept at bay now that he can feel me around him, and the pleasure renders me speechless. He holds me against the bookcase with ease as he takes my lips between his, one at a time, over and over again in an endless kiss. He moves his hips into me in a gentle, hypnotic rhythm, and his flesh feels perfect inside me.
    I don’t want it to stop. I’m afraid now that I’ve felt him in this way, I’ll never be able to go back to my old life. I’ll always want to feel him inside me. I’ll always be dreaming of the next moment. His hold on me has become so powerful I can’t imagine a life without him and this.
    He slides his hands through my hair and his touch is so gentle. He brushes his thumbs against the sides of my jaw, and he darts his tongue out to touch mine.
    Our mouths cover each other with no beginning, no end, and deepen the connection.
    He moves his hands toward my hips then my backside, gripping me harder and lifting me up, then pulls out so that just the tip of his hardness lingers inside. He stops kissing me, nothing but that thick, hot piece of him teasing my entrance. “Look at me.”
    Sweat-kissed skin, gruff stubble, and cool blue eyes greet me as I open my eyes and take him in. His face is a work of art to me.
    “Tell me it isn’t just your body you’re giving to me right now. Tell me it’s more,” he begs, still withholding himself.
    I’m crazed with a need to feel him deep inside again. I shake my head and try to push my body into his, aching for his.
    “It’s more than that.”
    He plunges into me again, harder this time. My mouth drops open in a gasp.
    He doesn’t even blink. “I feel you in my heart. Am I in yours?” He moves faster now and behind his sinful sexiness, I see how much he wants to hear me say yes.
    “You are.” I bring his hand up to my breast where my heart pounds beneath the flesh.
    He smiles and massages my firm, round skin. He pinches and plays with my hard nipple. Then, he kisses and licks me there.
    Like a climber ascending the summit, I reach for an unknown peak. A feeling no man has ever given me begins to undulate inside me. I hear a groaning, desperate sound and realize it’s coming from my own lips. My body tenses, slamming against the shelf, as sweat prickles and breaks through my skin. A hollow feeling blooms inside my chest, and I can’t quite catch my breath.
    “Stefan.” I moan, and he ceases his adoration of my breasts.
    He looks so deeply into my eyes that I feel something binding me to him, something unseen—some fragile but strengthening thread running from my body to his. A look of recognition moves over his face. “Are you going to come?”
    His question is the push I need.
    “Oh, God. Oh, my God . . .”
    He stifles my cries with his lips and tongue, his body pushing into me with such force that I jolt each time he thrusts. “That’s right. Come for me.”
    I grip his muscular shoulders hard, squeezing with every pulse of my body, and it sounds as if there’s a siren blaring sharp and loud in the distance, but I know it’s happening inside my head.
    He grips the back of my hair and pulls me down to meet his thrusts. His panting breaths are heavy in my ear.
    I know he’s on his way to joining me. With other men, I never cared because they always felt it before I had the chance. I’ve felt so much pleasure that I’m desperate to make it good for him.
    “Stefan, you feel s—”
    A snarling sound bursts out of him, and I experience how big he truly is as he plunges deeper than ever—over and over, faster and harder each time.
    Before my breathing settles from the latest wave washing over me, Stefan pulls out and puts me down.
    I gasp as my focus goes from his face to the shelf I was just knocking against. He drags his palm down my back, pressing the top of my body forward, and I spread my