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completely open to him, the slick folds of her pussy drenched with need.
    “Enough,” he rasped. She looked over her shoulder and smiled, knowing exactly the power she held over him. The game they played was never one-sided. “Get in the shower.”
    “Killjoy,” she pouted.
    She walked into the shower and he followed behind her, stepping beneath the hot spray. He’d spent a week with nothing more than cold sponge baths and he closed his eyes for a second, enjoying the feel of the shower. He sighed when he felt Maggie’s hands stroke over his chest, the lather of soap slick against his skin as she washed him. It was pure torture. And pure heaven.
    He had to touch her. It was impossible to be that close and not have physical contact. They washed each other quickly, their motions more hurried the longer they touched and teased. His arms went around her, his hands flat against her back as he pulled her flush against his body and took her lips in a kiss that left them both breathless.
    One of his hands slid down her ass and delved into the creamy folds of her sex, ready and swollen and waiting for him. There was so much he wanted to do—taste her, explore her, and have her do the same to him—but the basic need of mating took over.
    His hands clenched into her ass and he pressed her against the tiles of the shower wall, lifting her, feeling her legs entwine around his waist. His cock was so hard it was painful, and he told himself to take it slow. No matter how wet and ready she was, his size was always an adjustment.
    The head of his cock found the slickened folds of her pussy and he pushed against her, drinking in her gasps and whimpers as he invaded her completely. His balls drew tight against his body and his head fell back onto his shoulders as he struggled to get control of himself and not have it end before it had barely begun.
    Her nails bit into his shoulders and she tightened around him. “Riley,” she whimpered. And then she lowered her head and her teeth nipped at his chest and all control was lost. He thrust in short, hard strokes, holding her hips captive as he gave them both what they needed. Her pussy was like liquid fire around his cock, milking him as he thrust inside her, and he could feel the come boiling in his balls, ready to erupt. But not without taking her with him.
    “Come on, baby,” he pleaded. “Come for me. Let me feel that sweet pussy drench my cock.”
    Her neck arched back against the wall, her eyes closed, and her heels pressed into his hips hard enough to leave bruises. Hungry moans escaped her lips and he could tell she was lost in the place between ecstasy and reality. And then he felt the change of her pussy as orgasm approached—the way her vaginal walls swelled around him and a heat that was almost unbearable devoured him. She buried her head against his neck and cried out, and he lost what little control he had left.
    He felt the orgasm in the base of his spine, and his thrusts became harder as he felt the come spurt in pulsing streams deep inside of her. His vision went black and he gritted his teeth to keep from roaring out his release. He wanted to conquer. To claim. And being joined with her again filled him with a joy he knew he’d never be able to explain. He only knew what they had was right.
     
     
     

CHAPTER THREE
     
     
    Maggie barely remembered Riley untangling their bodies after their lovemaking. Or the way he gently washed and dried her, taking the time to brush out her wet hair and then carry her to the soft bed. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so cherished.
    Her body was slaked of the immediate need for fulfillment she’d had, but still her body trembled with desire. For something more. The sheets were cool against her back and a fan whirred lazily overhead, but still the temperature was warm and she knew it would get a lot hotter before morning came. She watched as Riley opened the shutters and let in the cool night air, and she felt