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fight it, to control anything. Perfect.
    He paused over her open sex, looking at her in the low, misty light of the moon, piercing silver through the cloud layer, the dim glow of gold from the streetlights.
    She was mostly shaved. Just that one narrow strip of hair, which was exactly how he liked it. Nearly naked. Tempting. And when he used his fingers to spread the plush, pink lips, he could see her glistening inner flesh.
    “I love the way a woman looks,” he told her, his voice coming out on a rasping breath. “So damn beautiful.”
    He leaned in, ran his tongue up her slit, loved her answering shiver. He loved to go down on a woman. Loved that smoky flavor of desire. He licked her again, softly. He knew she’d be tender, a little overstimulated. But he could make her come again, if he went about it the right away.
    He would make her come again.
    He pressed his tongue against her clit, swirled it in slow circles. As he did it, her thighs tensed, her hips rising to meet his searching mouth. He let his tongue dip inside her, then slide out again to run over the hard nub of her clit. Then again, and again.
    He heard her panting breath, felt her hands go into his hair. And when he pushed two fingers inside her, she came, crying out. Her body shaking. He loved the taste of her on his tongue, hot and sweet and tangy.
    Finally she stopped clenching around his fingers. But she was still that smooth velvet inside. Unbelievably hot.
    If he wasn’t inside her in the next few moments, he was going to lose his mind.
    He sat up, reached over her limp and panting body to pull a condom out of the lacquer box he kept on the nightstand. Holding himself up on his knees, he sheathed himself. She was watching him, her eyes going from his face to his hands to his cock. She licked her lips. They were dark, swollen, even though he hadn’t kissed her much. Not nearly as much as he wanted to.
    When had he ever had this driving need to simply kiss a woman?
    Just fuck her. Get inside her. The rest will work itself out.
    And get himself under control. Get her under control. Under his command.
    He gripped her thighs, his fingers pressing into her flesh.
    “Are you ready for me, Kara?”
    “Yes, I’m ready.”
    “Tell me what you want.”
    He’d said this to women before. Why did it feel like some sort of test now?
    “I want you. I want you to just . . . sink into me. To fuck me hard. To . . . do some of the things you talked about. Bite me. Pinch me . . .”
    “Spank you?”
    She was quiet for one moment, and he waited for her answer as though they were suspended in time.
    It was too important, damn it.
    Finally she breathed, “Yes, Dante. I want it. I want you to spank me. I’ve never done it before. It’s something I’ve always wanted. Always.”
    A small groan escaped him.
    This girl was going to be fucking perfect. He’d sensed her submissive tendencies. He was usually right. But with Kara, he’d been a little unsure. Thrown by the power of his attraction to her. The sex would have been good even without the rest of it. The kink. The power exchange.
    But now he knew. She wanted it. And it was going to be fucking perfect. She was going to be.

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    Kara was spent. Weak. Yet somehow she wanted more. Especially if he was going to spank her . . . Oh yes, that lit her up inside like New Year’s Eve, all brilliant heat and sparkling light. Just the idea of it.
    She moaned softly as Dante turned her over. So easily, as if she were a doll in his large hands. He put a pillow under her stomach, laying her over it.
    “Open for me, Kara. Yes, that’s it.”
    He helped her part her thighs. She was aching already for him, even though she’d come over and over. So many times already, the climaxes were melding together. One endless moment of sensation. Intense. Dazing her.
    But this would be something else altogether.
    Finally .
    His hands stroked her buttocks, in between her thighs, brushing against her sex. She realized she