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    “ You don’t fuck me , Miss Santelle.” He pushes back the cotton between my legs, exposing me—before widening me. “ I fuck you. ”
    And then…he is the force that fills me. A rod of heat. A ram of pressure. An invasion of lust. Impossible to hide from. Impenetrable…incredible.
    He is mine.
    And I am completely, hopelessly, his.
    My body, not used to him after so many weeks, fights the penetration—but my soul welcomes the sting…craves the new wounds he opens from the inside out. The emotional blood I spill…
    The tears it is now all right to shed.
    They cleanse me. Heal me. Open the faucet for all the other tears, too. All the things I have kept so carefully stoppered since the night I knelt beside his bleeding body in a dark corner of Bryant Park…
    The terror.
    The guilt.
    The nightmare of thinking he might die…without ever knowing how deeply I had fallen in love with him.
    “ Armeau . What is it?” The flinty edges of his voice slice into the side of my neck in all the best ways, making long-forgotten parts of my body tremble…reminding me why our surface satisfactions of the last six weeks have not come close to this. “Getting to know him” like a girlfriend has been enjoyable, even fun, but it is not the completion of having him like this…possessing him in the deepest regions of my body…letting him into the sweet, wordless places of my soul…where even I cannot venture without the strength and boldness of him…
    “Mishella?” he persists. In answer, I can only shake my head once more, before tucking my face against his neck. I breathe in, cherishing the scents of our soaps and the musk of our arousals. I lick his skin, savoring the salty, masculine taste of him.
    “Just…go deeper,” I finally beg. “Fill me up, Cassian.”
    He groans, cupping my backside with his masterful hands, opening my body wider for his. “I won’t stop until I have.”
    We rock in a steady, primal rhythm, my hips rolling to meet his plunges, his cock impaling me a little deeper with each new thrust. As the sun dips lower and twilight merges into night, shadows play over the focus of his face, the power of his body. I am entranced, scarcely believing a creature so perfect derives such pleasure from joining with me…but I accept the gratitude of knowing it as truth. Of feeling it with every perfect sink of his rigid, taut flesh.
    “Almost there, favori .” As he mutters it, his hands spread me wider. “Open up, Ella. Just a little more.” His head falls back. His grimace is a flash of white. “Yes. Fuck… yes .”
    I cannot echo the words. Nothing but a cry spews, as he penetrates me with his full length. I shiver as his sac slams my ass but then he withdraws, preparing to stab in again. When he does, it hurts worse—and tingles better—than ever before.
    “By the powers!” I tremble again, from head to toe. He is so big—and growing by the moment.
    Before he lunges again, just for a moment, he pauses. I look up, confronting his gaze. Its deep green patina reminds me of the art deco demons adorning the ledges of his Upper West Side mansion, shining down on me with equally carnal intent—
    Which explains why he has stopped.
    Because he is readying the words.
    The words he knows I will hate him for. Worship him for.
    “There’s only one power you need to concern yourself with right now.” An arch of one whisky-colored brow. An enticing roll of his hips…teasing my most sensitive tissues. “You know what that is, don’t you?”
    Yes. I hate him.
    Have never wanted him more.
    “Yes, Cassian.” I hope he does not make me say it. Pray he makes me say it.
    “Then say it.”
    “The…the only power here is…is yours.”
    “Good girl.” He reverses the roll. Adds a smooth slide, so his erection brushes my clit as he pushes back in. “And what am I going to do with that power?”
    My breath shakes. My tunnel convulses. Oh, the terrible, incredible things he does to me. My