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with a breathy, “Y-yes, I trust you.” But the words didn’t sound like her own. His tongue stopped lapping and went back to lazy stokes of her clit, teasing her. Disappointed, she wiggled against him and he chuckled. Moving back down her slit, he stopped at the tight stretch of skin and drew slow deliberate circles around her anus with his tongue.
    Her orgasm hit her with the force of a sledgehammer. He held her thighs wide as he licked her. As Cassie started to come down from the euphoric high, he crawled up her body and held her face in his hands while he lined up his cock to her heated core. “You are beyond beautiful.”
    The bulbous tip nudged her entrance. She stilled and tried to relax. As he slid into her, resistance stopped his forward movement. Both of their eyes popped as they stared at each other. His brows furrowed and he blinked several times. She tried to adjust to the size of him .
    His face flushed, as if once again, he tried to regain under control. “Cassie, I—”
    “Please, Seth. I need you.”
    Turmoil and need waged war in his eyes. He wanted to continue, but he didn’t want to hurt her. After several beats, he cocked his hips and bypassed the resistance. Both of them expelled steady breaths.
    Cassie reached up and stroked his face. He fit like a key into a lock and she never wanted him to leave. This was what her body craved, needed.
    Eyes locked on hers, he withdrew to the tip of his cock and sank back in. He cursed and dropped his forehead to hers. “Do you have any idea how good you feel?”
    Her response was to move her hips against him. Every time he slid back in the ridge of his cock brushed those nerves he hit with her first orgasm. And she was desperate to have that again. She rotated her hips.
    “God damn, Cassie, keep moving like that and I won’t last very long.”
    Wrapping her arms around his back, she bucked, daring him to fill her, to go faster, to brand her. She knew the moment his control snapped. He buried his face in her neck and inhaled as his hips moved in faster and faster.
    Cassie’s body neared the edge of oblivion—so close. He reached around, scooped her bottom in his hands so they fit together more snugly. As he rode her, he whispered her name. Just as her body drove closer to that cliff, one of his deft fingers found the tight bud of her clit and gently stroked her tender flesh. She came apart in his hands.
    He roared her name as the heat of his release spread inside her and his body melted into hers.

Chapter Seven
    Lancing heat woke Seth out of his post-sex stupor. Enough fire radiated through his body to make him gnash his teeth together. The act of lifting his head made him feel like someone poured gasoline on his hair and lit it with a blowtorch. What the hell was happening to him? A side effect of whatever he'd been shot with?
    “Stop trying to wake yourself up, dumbass. This is happening, deal with it,” he muttered. A brilliant flash of images filled his mind. Cassie underneath him, writhing and panting as he drove into her. Her sharp nails scoring his back. He smiled, then immediately stopped when the act made him feel like his face was falling off.
    He kicked off the sweat-soaked sheets and inspected his leg. The wound was mostly healed. All that remained was a tender, bright patch of flesh. “What the fuck?”
    Slowly craning his head around, he stared at Cassie, her dark hair fanned out on the white pillow. How was this possible ? Consider for a minute what she says is the truth. By no doing of his own, he'd stumbled onto the biggest story of his life. Superhuman soldiers? His life wasn't normally an episode of Fringe. This stuff wasn't supposed to exist.
    He tried to push himself up on his elbows, but the burning sensation singed his arms and torso. Talk about lighting him up. Every nerve cell did the samba with lighter fluid. “Cassie,” he called out.
    She didn't stir. He watched and waited as her eyes jittered back and forth in REM sleep.