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heartbeat against his, an inch deep. Moaning, my hard nipples pine for rough hands. I want the savage. I want the storm to break free and wreak a hurricane path through me.
    And in one swift thrust, I'm neck deep in sensation.
    I thought it would hurt, it doesn't. Pausing, waiting for me to adjust, the twitch sends a warm buzzing of pleasure in every direction. Slowly sliding out, back in, my veins rush with blistering quicksilver, my blood frenzied, humming to every pore, every synapse, it's complete obliteration. I'm pure sensation, I can feel nothing else, and I never want to again.
    The raw music sets a pounding beat around the room, siphoning a primal pulse out of me, from him, he's a piston inside me, firing all cylinders at once.
    Pressure points carve filigree under my skin, indelible, white hot poison, spreading like a virus, coding itself into every cell, in a blackout surge of incinerating fire.
    When my euphoric cry hides in linen folds, a roar shimmies off the walls.
    It's a battle cry, the roar of a beast claiming his mate. Guitar riffs singe the air, throaty, grungy, gruff, hard, titillating; like the man now kissing my nape, scarring my skin with hot strokes of short stubble. Still convulsing hard girth behind my navel; every twitch a knife plunging euphoria into my soul.
    Overwhelmed, coming down from soaring high, I'm rearranged. Catching my breath; jolted back to here and now, he dives back inside me. Staring into his shoulder, cords of muscle tense in his arms, bracing him. An impatient hand tugs the shirt off my wrists.
    I'm on a seesaw, up - down, up – down, oversensitive; he's unnaturally scorching, radiating heat at me, into me, through me; his scent fills my lungs; wind, desert, fire, summer, the promise of rain on a dusty day. His smell is so earthy, so unnaturally comforting, I can't inhale enough. Running my tongue across his skin, he tastes like just burnt sugar.
    Curling my legs around him, wrapping arms so my hands can glide over his back, he reacts, arching, hunting deeper, shooting lightning so powerful, the room swirls in my vision – my orgasm pounds bullets to my fingertips, bursting out through nipples, sparkles dance before my eyes. I'm numb in my toes and fingers. I can't feel my heart beating. I'm dead. He killed me with pleasure.
    The rumble of his roar wriggles inside my chest, like a kitten curling up, snuggling tight. It's precious.
    I'm still waiting for my vision to return. Really powerful orgasms leave me blind. The longest I've had is two minutes, and a strange fear pierces inside. This was a volcano of furious passion, I could be blind for the rest of my life.
    Riding me again, cruising hard and deep, ruthless and desperate, my insides are on fire, strumming my soul with blunt fingers of sheer paradise. Chaffing my thighs, our bodies connect with a panicked shluck, adding a crescendo to the music.
    Clenching, my body kisses back, hot and wet, coating with another uncontrollable stuttering. I must have been holding my breath, vertigo gyrates my senses.
    Arched like a tense bowstring, he's so rigid, it tugs my navel; a detonation so deep inside me, with his powerful body ripping through mine. Reacting, I sink fingertips into his back, holding on for dear life, afraid to move. It's a sharp fist of pain before my dormant pleasure seeps back up to reclaim my body.
    “You're incredible,” whispers in my ear.
    I'm afraid when I can't see. I still can't feel my toes.
    His smooth chest grazes my nipples, he's still deeper than deep inside me, his hand wrapping into my hair, moving my head to taste my neck with breeze soft kisses.
    He pauses, “Say something. Are you okay?”
    I try, but my breath is spurred in my throat, so I nod.
    “ Look at me.”
    I can't. I still have celestial fireworks blinding me. It's like staring at the sun, you can't see when you look back at something else.
    My breathing is unstable, wild.
    “ Sarah?”
    Swallowing against a dry mouth, I whimper,