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over
    and over, her sex clenching around his fingers. And as
    she came into his hand, he leaned in and crushed his
    mouth to hers. He needed her so damn much at that
    moment. Needed her to come into his mouth, to drink in
    her breath, to taste the sweetness of her. She thrashed beneath him, as much as she was able to in her tight
    bonds. His cock was so hard he thought he might burst.
    He thrust his tongue into her hot little mouth, pumped
    into her tight, clasping pussy with his fingers. And
    almost broke apart as she came and came.

    * * * *
It seemed like forever before she was able to catch
    her breath. And Adam kept kissing her: tiny, hot kisses over her cheeks, her lips, her eyelids. When she was
    finally able to open her eyes and look at him, his whole expression was soft, somehow. His eyes were dark and

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    glittering, his mouth as bruised-looking as she knew her own must be. He frankly looked undone. Shocking, to see him like this.
    Her heart surged. And all she wanted was to be in
    his arms.
    "Adam…"
    He looked at her almost helplessly, shaking his head.
    "If I uncuff you now, Skye, I am bound to do something I'll regret, and maybe you will, too." He paused, ran a hand back over his hair. "Fuck me, but I am barely hanging on right now."
    "Don't hang on. Let it go, Adam, as I have. I need you."
    How was she able to even put a coherent sentence
    together? She pulled hard against her bonds. "Please,"
    she begged.
    "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he muttered, unbuckling the cuffs from her wrists, massaging them, then doing the same
    with her ankles. As soon as he leaned over her to ask if she was okay, she wrapped her arms around his neck
    and pulled him down, planting a firm kiss on his mouth.
    He pulled back. The look on his face was pure shock,
    and she wondered for a moment if he might be angry
    with her. Then his whole expression shifted, his eyes
    going glassy, color rising in his cheeks.
    "God damn it. Damn me," he murmured before he grabbed her face in his hands and kissed her.
    His mouth came down hard on hers. Brutal,
    crushing. But his lips were soft and warm. His mouth
    was even softer when he opened hers and his tongue
    drove inside. His kiss was pure animal need. Frantic. She held on while he bruised her with his lips, while they
    panted into each others' mouths. It was as though they
    were one singular, driving need.
    Without taking his mouth from her, he stripped his
    shirt off, then his pants. In a moment he was on top of 39
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    her, skin to skin. The weight of his body was the most
    erotic sensation she'd ever experienced. She had never
    needed anything more. Her legs went around his wide
    back, and she felt the ridge of a long scar under the
    tender skin of her left thigh, where it pressed against the side of his ribcage. But she forgot all about it when his thick cock probed at the opening between her thighs.
    And he was kissing her and kissing her, until she
    couldn't breathe, couldn't think. All she knew was the
    feel and the scent of him. Adam .
    They were moving together, their hips grinding, his
    cock pressing against her mound, burning hot. Her body
    shook with need, with the pure pleasure of him on top of her, the wet heat of his tongue in her mouth. She needed to come again.
    When he shifted and slid the head of his cock into
    her, her sex clamped hard around him. God, he was big.
    His cock was a hot, pulsing shaft, paused at the entrance of her needy sex.
    He pulled his mouth from hers, looked down into
    her face. Then, with his gaze locked on hers, he plunged inside.
    She was filled, stretched, hurting and delirious with
    pleasure at the same time. The pleasure shot through her system like wildfire. Her clit pulsed, on the edge of
    climax already. She didn't think it could get any better until he pulled back, then drove into her body. Her hips moved to meet his. He pulled out, pushed into her again, and again she met his thrust. They moved in a primal
    rhythm,