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she like—no,
    love the way he was talking to her?
    “Open your eyes, Gwen. Look at me.”
    She slowly dragged her eyes open and he smiled at her so sweetly, so kindly, she felt her heart begin
    to ache at the beauty of it.
    His fingers lightly grazed her clit and she sucked in a breath, while keeping her gaze locked firmly on his.
    “So responsive, so beautiful.” His fingers delved through her mons before swirling around playfully
    in her juices. “God, you have no idea how hot you feel. Your cunt is burning my hand.”
    She trembled at the dirty compliment, moving her hips toward his questing fingers, trying to bring
    him inside.
    “Hold still,” he barked and she felt a fresh gush of moisture escape at the rough sound of his voice.
    “Jesus,” he muttered as if awestruck. “You’re too perfect for words.”
    He pushed one finger inside of her and she fought to remain motionless, fought against every fiber of
    her body that was demanding she thrust toward him. “Please,” she whimpered when it appeared he was
    satisfied with tormenting her with one finger.
    “Tell me,” he said. “Tell me exactly what you want.”
    “Please, Ty.” The words fell from her lips without thought. “I want your fingers inside me. More than
    one.”

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    He pulled out at her request and thrust in with two. “Like that?” he asked. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to be more specific if you hope to get what you want, what you need.”
    “Another finger,” she whispered. “Please.”
    He complied with her pleading, but it still wasn’t enough.
    “Harder,” she added, realizing he was serious about making her ask for what she wanted. “Push inside
    me harder, faster.”
    At her words, he gave in to the strength he’d obviously been holding back as her legs threatened to
    give way under the glorious assault of his hand. His fingers fucked her roughly, pounding inside her in the way she often did for herself. No one had ever dared to take her so strongly. She felt the scream building in her throat just before it reached her lips.
    “Come for me.” The speed and power of his thrusts increased even more, and she succumbed to his
    words, his fingers. Her vision went black and she felt as if she were on the verge of fainting.
    Ty must have thought the same thing as he reached out with his free hand to steady her against the
    wall. She shuddered uncontrollably for several moments, the aftershocks of her orgasm shaking her body.
    His lips lightly caressed her cheek and she felt his tongue dab at the stream of tears he found there. Was she crying? She hadn’t realized.
    “Shhh.” He removed his hand from her quivering body despite her anguished cry. He reached around
    her to untie her arms, then bent down and picked her up, turning and placing her gently on the bed. He crawled in beside her and enveloped her in his large embrace. She felt more tears gathering in her eyes, but she was too weak to attempt to stem the flow. She felt overwhelmed, confused.
    “Why are you crying?”
    She shrugged. How could she tell him? How could she explain? He’d just brought her deepest,
    darkest desires to light and she struggled with the unexpected exposure. “I just let you tie me up and take me against the wall. I shouldn’t have done that.”
    He leaned up on his elbow and looked down at her. “Shouldn’t have done what? You enjoy a rough
    touch, Gwen. So what?”
    “I don’t want to talk about this,” she said quickly, desperate to shut down the topic of her need for
    pain in sex.
    Ty narrowed his eyes and she knew he was displeased with her comment. “Fine,” he said at last and
    she breathed a sigh of relief. “But this isn’t over, Gwen.”
    She knew the second he spoke the words, he was right. She didn’t have a doubt, she would let him do
    much, much more to her. No matter how forbidden, how wrong.
    He kissed her gently as she fought against the fresh onslaught of tears