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hell, he might once have thought. The tight grip of her on his cock was heaven, though. Whenever she contracted around him, it took all his concentration not to groan. He couldn’t stop looking at her beneath him. At the clamps and the way her nipples played peekaboo through the holes in her top and how her liquid eyes met his, as if he was her universe. A dark shade of whiskey brown colored her irises. Gorgeous.
    Kaysana whimpered.
    Speaking seemed way down on her list of things to do. “Cat got your tongue?” Still no reply.
    “In case”—he pushed in a fraction, slid out—“you’re wondering. I’m taking this slow, real slow.” He groaned on the exhale. “Fucking you is something I’d like to take a damn. Long time. Doing.”
    Then with a tiny advance, the swollen head of his cock breached her circle of muscle. Inside her. Seated . “Aah.”
    Kaysana gasped, pushed her pelvis up at him the small amount his weight on her allowed.
    So easy, and she loved it. “You’ve done this before. Good.”
    Instinct made him move rhythmically, and faster, despite his vow, and each time he went deeper. The slide of her along his cock was damn glorious. The motion built, the two of them breathing harder, panting, until at last he slipped the length of his cock all the way in, his groin met hers, his balls hit the cheeks of her bottom. Then he leaned down, undid one clamp, and sucked on her nipple.
    The tremor that hit her went all the way to her calves—he felt the shiver against his back.
    Now he had her confused—she pressed her breast up at his mouth, her ass to his cock. He sucked even harder, pleased at her whimper. Lick, slurp, and yesss , the delicious slide in and out, the suck and squish of her juices between them as heat built.
    With his shoulders securing her legs in place, stroking slowly, he reached down, found and clasped her clit. Using his thumb on the top, he rubbed up and down in time with his movements. Her little almost grunts sounded so damn primitive and so gorgeous coming from this elegant woman. Her mouth parted. Her body tensed. A final press on her clit and her head curved back, her eyes closing in ecstasy as she came. Fuck.
    Unblinking he watched, enthralled, making sure he didn’t miss a single second of her orgasm. Every movement of her body, every sound she made, he tucked away in his memory as if this were something to be cherished. Why the hell he did this, he wasn’t sure, but a strange connection seemed forged between them.
    When at last she lay there barely moving, he fixed her now open eyes with his, took a big, twisted handful of her hair, then smoothly sped up his thrusts. Inside, she clamped down on him, and her eyes dilated. Whatever, whoever she was outside this moment, right then, now , she was his.
    Faster and harder, he hammered into her. With one last lunge, he buried himself within her flesh and came into her hot and willing body.
    Arms shaking, he examined her. Dammit, if only all those women who despised him would lie under him looking spent and sweaty and vanquished like she did.
    He leaned in, kissed her gently on the lips, and pulled out of her.
    Then he looked again and saw, what? Disgust? Nothing good, anyway. He narrowed his eyes. What had happened?
    “Get off me.”
    “Ah. Don’t be like that. We were off to such a lovely start.” To punctuate his words, he smacked her on one ass cheek. The startled outrage was worth bottling.
    “Don’t! I never…something happened—” She squirmed, then stopped as the wire on her nipple pulled. “I’m better now. Let me go.”
    “Yeah? Let you go?” Better now? Fuck. Too good to be true . The molten-hot lover vanished, and the ignorant spitfire returned. “What makes you think I want to?”
    The sudden darkness in her eyes might have made a lesser man back off. He raised an eyebrow. “You’re mine, darlin’, leastways until I decide to let you go.”
    Everything rippled and folded in on him, just like on the