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in to the overwhelming hunger that seemed to be eating us alive as he slid into me like a major leaguer would slide into home plate.
    Suddenly we were wild, like mating animals. I screamed, he grunted. He thrust, I opened to receive him fully. He lowered his face to mine and bit into my full bottom lip until we both could taste a little blood. I clawed at his back like a ferocious feline first trapping then tackling my prey.
    We were primal, bordering on archaic. Our actions were pure instinct. We wrestled wildly with one another, then passionately, then violently. I screamed again, he grunted again. I was reckless, he was greedy. I swore, he cussed. He brought out the beauty in me, I brought out the beast in him.
    We were motivated by a need, a desire, greater than either of us seemed to be. Asanti fed my body, giving it what it didn’t know it had been starving for. He seemed to know exactly what I needed, things that I didn’t verbalize. And yet he was there pleasing me beyond anything I had even imagined. I ravishingly took all that he was giving. There was no shame in my wantonness, no disgrace in his depravity.
    With no prior warning, my muscles locked and I was hit with a series of orgasms that knocked the wind from me. I felt as though I was paralyzed and Asanti held me tight, face to face, watching what he had done. I looked up at him wide eyed, shocked at what I was experiencing, yet still immobile.  He looked down at me, taking great pride in the fact that his sexual prowess left me broken down and vulnerable to him. He was greatly aroused by this.
    I could see him forcing his eyes to stay open at the same time I felt him douse my core with what seemed to be gallons of his liquid heat. He was absolutely still. Had it not been for the feel of his essence pouring into me, I would never have known that he was in the midst of an atomic explosion.
    We stared at one another, our faces only inches apart as we came together. He gave, I took, and then we were done. It was five a.m. and the sun was preparing to make its heated debut.

Chapter 4
     
     
    At six that evening I was astounded to find myself standing in the midst of Reigning Towers Hotel in the heart of the Sin City. My mind could barely fathom how Asanti had damn near yanked me out of bed that morning after we were well satiated, dressed himself, wrapped my coat around me again, strapped on my heels, and swiftly droved us to the airport. I was once more in a public place with this man and under the coat I was stark naked.
    Again !
    The flight seemed to be a blur except for when we snuck into the bathroom and mated like wild rabbits, quickly becoming very well satisfied members of the mile high club. It was only during that sexcapade that time seemed to stand still, but before I knew what was happening, things sped up again and I was in Las Vegas. Walking through the doors of a very swanky hotel room on the arm of a man that I had only known for a little less than thirty six hours. I had officially lost my mind.
    And I’ll be damned if it didn’t feel good!
     
    One of the first things Asanti did after we settled into our room was order dinner. I was famished after a day packed with unexpected events and no food. When the attendant showed up at the door with the meal, I actually wanted to bite through the silver serving trays to get at whatever smelled so good under those expensive domes.
    In the dining room of our hotel suite where the food had been set up at the table, Asanti waited for me. As I neared him, he removed my coat from me and I was clad in only my heels. He eyed me hard then told me to have a seat before sitting down and devouring his meal.
    “What’s it like being a journalist?” He asked me that when he was finally done.
    I wasn’t expecting that question, but I gave him the best answer that I could. “It’s very rewarding.”
    “How so?” He asked me, quizzically. 
    “Well,” I began after getting a sample of the most succulent