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    Tess cried out and felt her eyelids drift shut. Her head dropped back against his shoulder and she moaned in heated arousal.
    “No! Eyes open .” He punctuated the order with a hard thrust that nearly toppled her onto the table. Tess screamed breathlessly, her eyes flying open and meeting his in the mirror. He looked savage and dangerous, and she cried out again, in fear and desire. “Watch. Watch me taking you.” 64

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    She couldn’t do anything else, fascinated by the contrast of his big body overwhelming hers. She saw his hands shift from the tabletop and slide upward to cup her breasts.
    “Watch your pretty breasts swinging while I fuck you.” He pinched the taut nipples and she moaned helplessly. “Watch the way your body shakes under mine.”
    One of his hands released its grip on her breast and glided over her belly and between her legs, fingers scissoring around her clit and sliding through her stretched folds until he brushed her entrance. His fingertip rubbed against the tight ring of muscle at her entrance, felt how it stretched to accommodate his thick shaft, and the caress made Tess burn. She felt her pussy clench and sobbed his name.
    “Rafe! Please!”
    He leaned closer, teeth tugging at her ear as his finger simultaneously closed over her nipple and her clit. “Watch,” he repeated. “Watch your face while I make you come.”
    Then his fingers tightened, pinching delicate flesh and Tess screamed.
    This climax hit her like a Mack truck, and it didn’t slow down after impact.
    She watched her own face in the mirror. Saw her lips part on the scream, saw her eyes go wide and frantic, saw her skin flush red. Then she couldn’t see anything as the pleasure blinded her. All she could do was feel. The pinching pleasure-pain of the fingers on her nipple and clit. The hot, slick press of his bare skin against hers. The violent contractions of her pussy milking Rafe’s cock. The brutal impact of his thrusts as he raced toward his own climax. It lasted for the rest of her life, and then she melted onto the table like warm cream and tried to remember how to breathe while Rafe gave one last, hard thrust and began emptying himself inside her.
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    Eventually, Rafe pulled out of her body—which made her wince and whimper at the same time—and peeled her off of the entry table. She felt him swing her up in his arms again, but she didn’t even have the strength to open her eyes to see where he was taking her. She didn’t think she could survive another taking, anyway.
    Her head bobbled against his shoulder as he carried her through darkened rooms to the other end of the apartment. She felt the rush of cool air against her sweaty skin as he shifted her away from his body and laid her down on a set of cool, smooth sheets of incredibly soft cotton. She murmured in pleasure at the feel of them against her bare skin and stretched out, flexing sore muscles and testing to assess the damage. Nothing permanent, she was happy to note, and curled back onto her side to snuggle into a fluffy pillow.
    She felt the bed dip as Rafe crawled in beside her and she frowned as a wisp of thought drifted into her exhausted mind and teased at her. She struggled briefly to recall what it was, then felt his arms curve around her waist and gave up. She let him pull her limp body back against his and sighed sleepily. She was warm and comfortable and more tired than she could remember being in her life, and nothing in the world sounded better than sleep. Giving up the struggle, she let herself slip into unconsciousness, lulled by the deep rumbling rhythm of a big cat’s contented purr.

    When Tess woke, she remembered just enough to know she wasn’t in her own bed or her own apartment, but it took a few minutes of lying absolutely still and taking very deep breaths before she remembered any of the rest of it. The thing that finally brought it all rushing back was the feel of long,