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through her tank, taking the tip inside his mouth. She arched, offering herself closer for his hungry mouth.
Her hips lifted in an instinctive move, heels digging into the ground, allowing him deeper penetration. On and on, he moved. Hard, grinding thrusts that drove her into the floor.
It should have horrified her. For twenty-six years she could never get close to a man and now she let thishappen. Her hands slid down his taut, bare back, feeling every undulating muscle. He no longer felt cold. Warm muscle and sinew rippled beneath her palms.
His pleasure burned raw, deep, primitive, and she experienced every bit of it. She could not even decipher his pleasure from hers anymore. In this, they were one, joined. Maybe it was all his and she just borrowed it, claimed it for her own. She didnât give a damn.
Her body tensed, tightening like a wire stretched taut. She exploded deep within, quivering beneath him, but she had no time to soak up the sensation before another was on her. In fast succession, she came again. And then again.
Her own climaxes had not subsided before she was swept away on his own ride.
He groaned, the sound strange, more animal than man.
He moved faster then, ruthless as he pounded into her, his hands digging into her hips, raising her from the ground. She looked up into his face, his eyes. They changed for a second, brightened at the centers. Glowed like the moon itself outside their cell. Then his eyes closed. He shouted. The sound reverberated through his body and into hers.
She took his climax deep inside her, crying outat the intensity, the savagery⦠ten times what her own climax had felt like. This was wild, brutal, unearthly⦠like soaring into the sky and leaving her body behind.
He fell over her, his hard length still buried inside her⦠filling her, pulsing, a reminder, evidence that couldnât be escaped.
She pressed at the muscled shoulders stretched above her, the skin slick against her palms. She sensed his utter, deep gratification. His sudden drowsiness. Safer than the dark killing hunger. Safer than the rampant lust that just swept her away.
âPlease. Get off me,â she murmured in a voice so soft and quiet she wasnât sure she had spoken aloud.
He rolled off her and she sat up, snatching her ruined panties. She used them to try and clean herself, refusing to look at him, too mortified.
Oh, God. Her hand shook as she worked. Not only had she let some stranger take her virginity on the floor of a basement cellâa prisonâshe had not even used protection. She had lost herself entirely. Tears burned her eyes. How could she have let anotherâs emotions so rule her that she blocked out her own?
Because his emotions were stronger, overwhelming. Too tempting.
She nodded, dragging her khakis on. Everything about him was more intense. More powerful than anyone she had ever metâ
felt
. Sheâd gone on dates where the guy entertained sexual feelings⦠it never made her jump into bed with him. Quite the opposite. Those feelings had always made her feel too self-conscious.
Adele was right. She wasnât ready for the world.
Maybe she never would be.
âHey.â His shadowed form sat up. âIâm sorryââ
âLeave me alone.â
âYou were a virginââ
âShut up,â she bit out, hating the reminder of what she lost. All that she surrendered to him. Not that she ever could forget it. Still, she didnât need him saying it aloud. Scurrying to the far side of the room, away from him, she tucked her knees to her chest and tried not to notice the dull soreness between her legs. She still felt him there⦠the aching throb.
âWhy didnât you say something before weââ
She laughed, the sound hollow and brittle. âThere wasnât much time for talking, was there? And would it have stopped you?â
He moved, stood, a towering shadow. âNo. I had to do
Her hips lifted in an instinctive move, heels digging into the ground, allowing him deeper penetration. On and on, he moved. Hard, grinding thrusts that drove her into the floor.
It should have horrified her. For twenty-six years she could never get close to a man and now she let thishappen. Her hands slid down his taut, bare back, feeling every undulating muscle. He no longer felt cold. Warm muscle and sinew rippled beneath her palms.
His pleasure burned raw, deep, primitive, and she experienced every bit of it. She could not even decipher his pleasure from hers anymore. In this, they were one, joined. Maybe it was all his and she just borrowed it, claimed it for her own. She didnât give a damn.
Her body tensed, tightening like a wire stretched taut. She exploded deep within, quivering beneath him, but she had no time to soak up the sensation before another was on her. In fast succession, she came again. And then again.
Her own climaxes had not subsided before she was swept away on his own ride.
He groaned, the sound strange, more animal than man.
He moved faster then, ruthless as he pounded into her, his hands digging into her hips, raising her from the ground. She looked up into his face, his eyes. They changed for a second, brightened at the centers. Glowed like the moon itself outside their cell. Then his eyes closed. He shouted. The sound reverberated through his body and into hers.
She took his climax deep inside her, crying outat the intensity, the savagery⦠ten times what her own climax had felt like. This was wild, brutal, unearthly⦠like soaring into the sky and leaving her body behind.
He fell over her, his hard length still buried inside her⦠filling her, pulsing, a reminder, evidence that couldnât be escaped.
She pressed at the muscled shoulders stretched above her, the skin slick against her palms. She sensed his utter, deep gratification. His sudden drowsiness. Safer than the dark killing hunger. Safer than the rampant lust that just swept her away.
âPlease. Get off me,â she murmured in a voice so soft and quiet she wasnât sure she had spoken aloud.
He rolled off her and she sat up, snatching her ruined panties. She used them to try and clean herself, refusing to look at him, too mortified.
Oh, God. Her hand shook as she worked. Not only had she let some stranger take her virginity on the floor of a basement cellâa prisonâshe had not even used protection. She had lost herself entirely. Tears burned her eyes. How could she have let anotherâs emotions so rule her that she blocked out her own?
Because his emotions were stronger, overwhelming. Too tempting.
She nodded, dragging her khakis on. Everything about him was more intense. More powerful than anyone she had ever metâ
felt
. Sheâd gone on dates where the guy entertained sexual feelings⦠it never made her jump into bed with him. Quite the opposite. Those feelings had always made her feel too self-conscious.
Adele was right. She wasnât ready for the world.
Maybe she never would be.
âHey.â His shadowed form sat up. âIâm sorryââ
âLeave me alone.â
âYou were a virginââ
âShut up,â she bit out, hating the reminder of what she lost. All that she surrendered to him. Not that she ever could forget it. Still, she didnât need him saying it aloud. Scurrying to the far side of the room, away from him, she tucked her knees to her chest and tried not to notice the dull soreness between her legs. She still felt him there⦠the aching throb.
âWhy didnât you say something before weââ
She laughed, the sound hollow and brittle. âThere wasnât much time for talking, was there? And would it have stopped you?â
He moved, stood, a towering shadow. âNo. I had to do
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