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the same time, but, more than anything, she was so aroused she couldn’t think.
    “I won’t disappoint you,” he breathed in her ear. “I’ll make sure you’re good and hot and ready for me. A little bit of pain, but the pleasure, oh, sugar, the pleasure. I’ll make you feel so good. Just close your eyes and feel, sugar.”
    She felt suspended in space. Her heart beat so loud she was sure he could hear it. He stroked her inner sheath, his fingertips rasping the sensitive skin, reaching far inside to stimulate every muscle and nerve. All the while, his thumb kept up its unbearable torment, back and forth, back and forth, on that hot, swollen nub. She clutched at the sheet beneath her, moving her body, wondering if she would go mad with the pleasure. Every sense was vibrant and alive. Then the first flutterings began inside her virgin sex. She was torn between fighting it and embracing it.
    “Open your eyes and look at me,” he demanded. “Let go, Cassie. Just let go. Come for me, sugar. Let it happen.”
    A mountain in her path couldn’t have stopped her. Her body was beyond her control, betraying her with every response.
    All of a sudden, spasms raced through her. The intensity was too much, so much it frightened her. She had to stop it. And then she convulsed, her head coming off the pillow, her thighs clamping around his hand. She was over the edge as her orgasm racked her body, wave after wave of pleasure beating at her, consuming her, liquid pouring from her into his hand.
    Griff pressed his mouth to hers, forcing it open, swallowing her moans as he pressed his fingers into her hard. Then it was over, and she lay panting on the bed. Her heart raced, and her sheath still contracted around his fingers with aftershocks. She almost cried out in protest when he withdrew his hand, cupping her mound with a gentle touch.
    “Felt good, didn’t it, sugar?”
    His deep voice was like a caress itself.
    “Yes.” She could barely speak the word.
    “That’s just the beginning, darlin’. Trust me, Cassie. I’ll take you to the top of the world.”
    Before she could catch another breath, he slid down her body in a slow, languorous movement until his head rested between her thighs. He blew a soft puff of air on the entrance to her still quivering sex, his breath a hot breeze against her heated flesh, then stroked her with his tongue. With just the tip, he traced the line of her folds and the pink skin guarding her sex. Light as a feather, he teased and tasted, lapping up the slick moisture from her orgasm.
    She might have thought she was finished already, undone, but at the first lick of his tongue, Cassie almost came off the bed. Strangled moans came from her throat as he held her thrashing body in place with his strong hands. He showed her no mercy, gave her no room to draw back as he used his tongue with relentless intent. Back and forth, around and around, until she was crying, begging, pleading for more.
    Just as she thought she couldn’t bear the exquisite pain for another moment, he thrust his tongue into her and she came once more, pushing at him, pulling at him, her hands holding his head. He gripped her thighs as she rode out the storm and the quivering in her muscles subsided.
    She was still waiting for her pulse to slow when he moved back up and took her hand.
    “Touch me, Cassie. I want you to know what you’ll feel inside your body.”
    His shaft was enormous and almost shocked her out of her fog of sensation. The silky skin, the hard thickness was like nothing she’d ever touched before. The tip was wet, and she used one finger to slide the moisture back and forth over the petal-soft skin. “All right, sugar. You are wide and wet for me.” He put his mouth close to her ear. “I’m glad you saved it for me, Cassie. Did you know you were always the one I wanted? The one I dreamed of at night?”
    He shifted to reach into the nightstand drawer. Cassie heard the tearing of foil and opened her eyes to