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the back of her throat, her eyes open watching every expression on his
face. He moaned and she sucked him in harder. His hands stroked her head
frantically and then, he gripped her hair and yanked her head away.
    She groaned as he pulled her up so he could fuse his mouth
with hers. One hand wrapped in her hair, he plundered her lips as sure as he’d
plundered her life. His cock pressed against the folds of her pussy and she
shifted, trying to capture him inside her.
    When he broke the kiss, he angled her head so he could lay
his lips on her neck. She shivered as he sucked on her neck. Hard. Her pussy
clenched and moisture gushed from her slick channel and, from the sound of his
groan, dripped onto his cock.
    “Tory, please,” she whispered as his tongue slid along her
neck. His fingers dug into her ass and urged her closer. She braced her body
over his and slid down over his erect flesh, driving him deeper, surrounding
him with her heat. Stars, he felt so good, so right, inside her. She shifted,
an age-old rhythm beating in tune with her pounding heart. He met every thrust,
every shift, of her body, his hands guiding her, goading her.
    She stared down at his features. The way his neck corded and
his expression of something that looked like… joy stunned her. She used a
finger to trace the line of his cheek, her heart clenching. It was like the
five years apart dropped away and they were just two human beings together.
    Then, rational thought disappeared as the steady beat of
their thrusts built a crescendo until she convulsed, her back arched, her
fingers clenched on his shoulders. His hands gripped her ass and his hips
slammed into hers. For a moment, it seemed as if they’d been connected this way
forever, as if it were meant to be. Loneliness was gone and something much more
solid and precious replaced it. Then, her mind blanked, pleasure overriding any
thoughts or feelings. She cried out, her orgasm sharp and intense. Lights
flashed behind her lids and she shuddered, her release subsiding.
    Suddenly, he flipped her onto her back, bending her legs,
driving his cock deeper. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. His movements
were frantic, out of control, his face tight and determined. His gaze held hers
as he pounded her again and again.
    One of his hands clasped her breast and his fingers rolled
her nipple. She gasped and her eyes closed. There was no way she could come
again, was there? And then, in a flash, she was there, over the edge, crashing
into another orgasm. His shout coincided with the force of his cum inside her
and she opened her eyes.
    Tory was always handsome, his good looks one of his assets.
In the throes of his orgasm, he was beautiful, the lines of his face drawn in
pleasure and intensity. The cords of his neck emphasized the strength and need
in him. She reveled in the way his whole body bowed in his final thrust and then
relaxed. All the things he hid with his charm and his defiance showed on his
face when he gave himself to her. It was a two-way street. He dominated her in
keeping with his fearsome reputation, but he gave so much more to her. More
than she had expected. She didn’t expect the shimmering orgasm that washed over
her as he continued to slide in and out of her. Perhaps it was because she’d
declared herself as his or because this sexual collision had been with her full
consent, but each release, each climax had intensified. This one didn’t slam
her or overwhelm her. It uplifted her and strengthened her.
    What she saw in his face now wasn’t the triumph of man who
had gained capitulation of an enemy. His expression was filled with tenderness
and his touch was gentle. Her heart clenched. She could take his anger, his
revenge, even his hatred. But how could she fight this? And did she even want
to? The force of her release was over, but the emotions remained. The walls
that had taken her years to build were torn down and she was helpless. Tears
dotted her eyelashes and she