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breath came in a sudden hiss. Her teeth grazed his nipple, her tongue flicked, her lips closed over it and sucked. At the same moment, her hips shifted ever so slightly forward. It was enough to drive all thought from his mind.
    He flexed his hands against her bottom. Responding to the silent signal, her thighs parted farther. He thrust forward, driving his shaft inside her. Her entire body tensed even though he was barely halfway in. Her fingers dug into his shoulders. Her head lifted and fell limply back as she let out a soft cry. She shut her eyes so tight small lines formed at the corners. Her brows drew together. She might be wet and ready, but she wasn’t used to being stretched.
    Her distress shouldn’t have affected him, but it did. He brushed a kiss onto her temple. She rested her head on his shoulder. He could feel her breasts against his chest and her legs around his torso. Her body was a warm cocoon of silky smooth skin and supple limbs. The contact threatened to snap his control.
    He felt her clench around his shaft and had to stifle a curse. She bit down on the side of his arm when he went motionless. “Don’t stop.”
    She may be inexperienced, but he would never describe her as a delicate flower. He shifted back before pushing deeper. She made a muffled sound that was both a protest and an encouragement. He repeated the motion and gained another quarter inch. She unclasped her legs and spread them wider.
    He pulled out until just his head was inside her before burying himself to the hilt. With great difficulty, he remained still and waited for her to adjust to his size.
    An eternity seemed to pass before she tightened around him and moaned. “Do it again.” It was all the encouragement he needed.
    The steady rhythm he set soon made her writhe. Sliding into her became easier with each motion, until he could move hard and fast.
    The momentum sent her head back against the wall. Her eyes opened. Their gazes met. Her lips parted as if to make a silent request. Her lashes fluttered like moth wings when he angled his thrust upward so that the ridge of his shaft brushed her clit.
    “Jason—”
    This wasn’t the time for words. Now that he found the sweet spot, he no longer needed to hold back. He quickened his assault, driving toward a rhythm that made his heart race as sweat dampened his temples. Her soft moans morphed into sharp pleas as he drove inexorably into her tight flesh. Moisture gathered between their bodies despite the room’s lower temperature. He felt the pressure inside him build until he felt as if he were about to explode.
    “I’m about to come,” she whispered as she buried her face against his shoulder. Her hands stopped clawing his back and clenched into fists. Her legs clamped hard against his torso. Her entire body shook as her hips jerked in a frenzy to meet his thrusts. Her teeth bit hard enough to bruise, the same moment he felt her inner muscles clench in a sudden flurry.
    He shoved her hard against the wall as his hips jackhammered. The controlled rhythm disintegrated into a frantic ramming as his body took what instinct demanded. He felt every muscle tense as a red haze covered his vision. He made an incoherent guttural sound before the dam broke and he lost all ability to think.
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    “You really need to work on your post-sex meal choice,” Nulli commented as she popped a stuffed grape leaf into her mouth. It was salty, a little tart, and daintily portioned. She would rather have a big fat juicy burger. Considering her recent exertions, she’d already preburned more than enough calories.
    Jason’s eyebrows lifted. His expression was a poor approximation of innocence, and she wasn’t fooled. She was showering when he placed the order. While she primped, he quickly washed up and was done by the time room service arrived. He had signed for the meal before she had a chance to discover the tray’s contents, or lack thereof.
    He picked an Arabic meze knowing she would