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was work to move with such care when she wanted to pound herself down upon him, to fill herself completely.
“You are killing me,” he groaned, his teeth gritted.
She paused, holding herself still, her thighs tense. “You are working hard not to tear your bonds, aren’t you? They are a far better torture than I even considered.”
“Damn you, yes. I want nothing more than to rip them apart, to grab those round hips of yours and flip you beneath me. I’d grind myself to the hilt and then we’d see who’s the captive.”
She sank the last bit, feeling his hips against her inner thighs. “I do appreciate your restraint.”
“Just don’t expect it to last too much longer.” He thrust up with his hips, filling her further when she had thought there was no more. “I can only take so much.”
He was only holding himself back because she had asked. He had not said the words, not exactly, but somehow she understood his meaning. She lifted her hips and brought them down—and then again.
He lifted his hips to meet her and they began to move in perfect rhythm.
Her whole body was readying again. The tension between her thighs growing and growing as she angled herself above him. His hips thrust hard, surging into her, rubbing against her clit, but also hitting that spot deep inside, which doubled and then tripled the sensations building inside her. “Again,” she whispered.
He moved again—and then in a single motion his hands came free, they landed upon her hips—and then she was under him. She braced her feet down and it was her turn to lift, to rise, to meet him as he slammed down upon her.
There was nothing gentle now. This was power, power and need.
He hit that spot again. Light flashed behind her eyes.
She tilted her hips.
Again.
God. She’d never felt anything like this. It felt like she was being filled with light and warmth—and pressure, so much pressure.
She was going to burst, to shatter, to…
Thoughts escaped her.
There was only sensation, only feeling, only pleasure so great it burned.
She burned.
Her hips tilted further. He came down hard, hammering against that place, that place she had not even known was there.
And it happened.
Bright white. Swirling color.
And feeling, so much feeling.
Her whole body was one great sensation and many all at the same moment, the same instant.
“Derek.” His name was a single scream, a single cry.
Her whole being exploded—and then there was darkness, soft, sweet darkness even as she heard him cry her name and follow her to paradise.
Chapter 6
Derek braced on his elbows in the aftermath of an almost endless climax. His body still shook with the strain of what he had just experienced. He pressed deep, feeling the spasms that shook her and then her shuddering descent, even as his own flesh slackened and grew less rigid. It was all he could do to stay still and pull air into his lungs. He wasn’t sure he’d ever felt an orgasm as powerful before. He’d laughed internally at Ruby’s game, but there had been something in that moment of seizing control, of ripping those ridiculous bonds and taking over, that had excited him like nothing else.
He looked down at her. Ruby might be the most magnificent woman he’d ever known. There was certainly no comparison between her and—he pushed the image of light-green eyes and gentle features away, far away. Anne had no place here.
He focused his attention on the woman beneath him, the woman who he wanted as he’d wanted no other. The woman who even now had him wondering how long it would be before he could go again. He’d always had stamina, but normally it took at least a few minutes before he wanted to rut again, but with Ruby he’d hardly finished and the thought filled his mind.
She lay beneath him, softer than he’d ever seen, her eyes mostly closed, the dark red curls of the wig spread wide. The kohl about her eyes was smudged, adding to the drowsy, contented look that marked her face. Her
“You are killing me,” he groaned, his teeth gritted.
She paused, holding herself still, her thighs tense. “You are working hard not to tear your bonds, aren’t you? They are a far better torture than I even considered.”
“Damn you, yes. I want nothing more than to rip them apart, to grab those round hips of yours and flip you beneath me. I’d grind myself to the hilt and then we’d see who’s the captive.”
She sank the last bit, feeling his hips against her inner thighs. “I do appreciate your restraint.”
“Just don’t expect it to last too much longer.” He thrust up with his hips, filling her further when she had thought there was no more. “I can only take so much.”
He was only holding himself back because she had asked. He had not said the words, not exactly, but somehow she understood his meaning. She lifted her hips and brought them down—and then again.
He lifted his hips to meet her and they began to move in perfect rhythm.
Her whole body was readying again. The tension between her thighs growing and growing as she angled herself above him. His hips thrust hard, surging into her, rubbing against her clit, but also hitting that spot deep inside, which doubled and then tripled the sensations building inside her. “Again,” she whispered.
He moved again—and then in a single motion his hands came free, they landed upon her hips—and then she was under him. She braced her feet down and it was her turn to lift, to rise, to meet him as he slammed down upon her.
There was nothing gentle now. This was power, power and need.
He hit that spot again. Light flashed behind her eyes.
She tilted her hips.
Again.
God. She’d never felt anything like this. It felt like she was being filled with light and warmth—and pressure, so much pressure.
She was going to burst, to shatter, to…
Thoughts escaped her.
There was only sensation, only feeling, only pleasure so great it burned.
She burned.
Her hips tilted further. He came down hard, hammering against that place, that place she had not even known was there.
And it happened.
Bright white. Swirling color.
And feeling, so much feeling.
Her whole body was one great sensation and many all at the same moment, the same instant.
“Derek.” His name was a single scream, a single cry.
Her whole being exploded—and then there was darkness, soft, sweet darkness even as she heard him cry her name and follow her to paradise.
Chapter 6
Derek braced on his elbows in the aftermath of an almost endless climax. His body still shook with the strain of what he had just experienced. He pressed deep, feeling the spasms that shook her and then her shuddering descent, even as his own flesh slackened and grew less rigid. It was all he could do to stay still and pull air into his lungs. He wasn’t sure he’d ever felt an orgasm as powerful before. He’d laughed internally at Ruby’s game, but there had been something in that moment of seizing control, of ripping those ridiculous bonds and taking over, that had excited him like nothing else.
He looked down at her. Ruby might be the most magnificent woman he’d ever known. There was certainly no comparison between her and—he pushed the image of light-green eyes and gentle features away, far away. Anne had no place here.
He focused his attention on the woman beneath him, the woman who he wanted as he’d wanted no other. The woman who even now had him wondering how long it would be before he could go again. He’d always had stamina, but normally it took at least a few minutes before he wanted to rut again, but with Ruby he’d hardly finished and the thought filled his mind.
She lay beneath him, softer than he’d ever seen, her eyes mostly closed, the dark red curls of the wig spread wide. The kohl about her eyes was smudged, adding to the drowsy, contented look that marked her face. Her
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