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her hands
went to his belt and suddenly his trousers were falling down around
his ankles. Clearly, she’d read his mind. All reasonable thought
was chased from his head when she freed his hard length and ran her
hand down it.

    Emmanuelle told herself
that she was crazy to be rushing into this but nothing in her life
had ever felt as right. She stroked his long shaft again, desperate
for it to be inside her. They only had five minutes. She couldn’t
let him leave this room without consummating what was fast becoming
a relationship. It was a sending off present to him. It seemed like
a reasonable excuse for the fact she was about to let him screw her
on her inspection table.

    Her panties were gone
before she could blink.

    The fire in his eyes said
that he wasn’t planning on leaving without having her
either.

    His hands claimed her
backside, drawing her to the edge of the padded table and closer to
him. He stepped up to her, nestling his hips between her legs. Her
hands went to his shoulders, her eyes meeting his. He moved closer
and the head of his cock brushed her slick opening. Her lips parted
in a sigh that she felt in her whole body as he eased into
her.

    “ Slow is going
to have to come later,” he said and she saw the apology in his
eyes.

    She nodded, knowing that
he’d keep that promise when he came back and this battle was over.
He always came back to her. This time wouldn’t be any
different.

    She closed her eyes and
moaned when he pulled out and thrust into her, hard and deep. Her
fingertips dug into his shoulders, holding onto him as he pounded
her roughly, the head of his length striking deep inside her. She
tensed around him, moaning at the feel of him inside her, thrusting
over and over with such intensity that she was sure they were both
going to come undone before long.

    Her hands dropped to his
elbows and then slid down his forearms when she fell backwards onto
the inspection table. His hands claimed her waist, gripping her
hips as he drove into her, moaning with each thrust. She arched her
back and moaned with him, her knees rising to clamp his hips before
her legs wrapped around him.

    “ Cruskin...” he
muttered and she moaned a concurrence. This was too
good.

    Her eyes opened and she
looked at him, holding his gaze and drowning in the feelings she
could read in it. He thrust harder, making her breasts wobble and
the bench squeak beneath her. She reached over her shoulders and
grabbed the bench, holding on for dear life as he pounded her.
Close. Closer.

    Fire and lightning rushed
through her, a bright light exploding in front of her eyes. She
arched off the table and clamped her muscles down on his hard
length as the blaze reached there. He screamed out his orgasm,
thrusting deep inside her. Her thighs trembled against his. His
hands shook against her waist. She realised he was breathing as
fast as she was, so hard that her head spun.

    She looked at him. His
eyes were wide, his mouth hanging open, and his face was pale. He
looked stunned.

    “ Gyaa—” he
uttered and then collapsed to his knees.

    “ Remi!” she
said and was immediately on the floor beside him.

    Remi leaned forwards,
trembling and panting. His hands pressed into the floor to support
his weak body.

    He’d never felt anything
like that. Never. The moment she’d climaxed, her whole body had
shimmered and a rush of warm electricity had bolted through him,
driving him into his own orgasm. It had sent his mind reeling,
spinning so fast that he felt as though he’d taken some intense
drug. He stared at the floor, a little dazed and strangely
relaxed.

    “ Remi?” She
shook him by the shoulder.

    He slowly turned his head
to face her, his vision a little wobbly. Several of her danced in
front of his eyes.

    “ Is it always
like that?” He managed to get the words out.

    She frowned,
confused.

    He drew another few
breaths, gathering his strength and his senses.

    “ When you...
this insane energy went through me...