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welcome,” she replied, snuggling into his chest. “But I’m not done with you yet, not buy a long shot.”
    Rugoff groaned, then closed his eyes. “Venise, you have no idea how happy I am to hear that.”

 
     
     
    Chapter Seven

     
    Venise felt like she was wrapped in a fur cocoon. The only thing missing from her warm shell was the second body that had been with her the whole evening. She opened her eyes and looked around. A pleasant soreness infused her muscles, reminding her of the sensuous way she and Rugoff had spent the previous evening.
    She scanned the room and finally found him at the table, staring intently at her laptop. He bent down twice to examine the screen, each time running his fingers over the keys.
    There was a look of extreme awe on his face. She wondered if the machine was on and that was what fascinated him so. She hadn’t thought about turning it off last night, since she was so turned on in a different fashion. The controls were set so the machine would sleep after thirty minutes of inactivity. If they had worked, she should still have some juice in the battery. Hopefully.
    She had a few romance books stored on there and she wanted to use the computer as entertainment. During Rugoff’s time, storytellers would provide tales for people as a way of entertainment.
    During one of their few breaks last night she’d explained to him that her work was studying what those people had done; finding the stories they had told and letting them be known again. In the back of her mind was the idea that she could call up a few of the romance novels she had on her hard drive and read them to him, see what he thought of the descriptions of the time in which he lived.
    It would be fun, and she was pretty sure it would end with some very satisfying sex, as everything seemed to do with him lately.
    “Good morning.”
    “And to you, sweet one.” He crossed the room, took her hand and pulled her into his arms, kissing her deeply, a profound sense of belonging seeping into her body as he claimed her. He traced his fingers down her back, then cupped her buttocks, pulling her close to him.
    He was hard. Again.
    “Damn, that’s a greeting I can get used to.” She snaked her hand between them and clasped his length, slowly working it up and down.
    He kissed her again. He’d moved his hands to her face as she caressed him, his thumbs stroking her cheeks as he held her face in his hands. The thumbed the tip of him, sliding her finger into his skin and pressing down. The satisfied sharp inhalation of breath made her smile.
    A sharp gasp escaped her as he grasped her buttocks again, lifting her in his strong arms and bringing her down onto his hardness. She wrapped her legs around his middle as he jiggled her, then he let them tumble onto the bed. His cock felt as if it had become a part of her as he thrust, harder and harder inside her, the bed shaking, her body trembling as he fucked her with wild abandon.
    Each stroke made her clit tingle with delight and she felt her climax building. She kneaded his back, his deep moans of pleasure letting her know how much he enjoyed the sensation.
    Just when she thought she would come he stopped, pushing himself out of her legs and then flipping her over in one fluid movement. He slapped her ass and she arched upward.
    “Oh fuck!” He slammed into her again, his nails scratching her buttocks like she’d just done to his back. He fucked her hard, the thrusts almost painful as she clawed at the bedding.
    “Rugoff, Rugoff! More, harder, harder. Oh fuck me, so good!” Having someone inside her had never been so intense. He slapped her ass again and she cried out.
    He clasped her hair and pulled back and Venise screamed. The feeling of being claimed intensified with each tug and thrust. She slipped her hand under herself and stroked her clit, the aching nub throbbing more with each pass of her finger.
    She tightened around him as her orgasm exploded inside her, sharp tendrils