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and profound about that first mating.   He occupied an empty place inside of me, literally and figuratively, a lonely space that I hadn’t known needed filling.  
    It was beautiful and riveting.   I didn’t want it to end, but had to fight not to finish too quickly.    
    He drove into me, again and again, his thrusts rough to the point of brutal.  
    I’d never been into rough sex.  
    Well, I’d never tried it, but I hadn’t thought I was into it.  
    I’d thought wrong .  
    How could I be so wrong about myself?   How could I not know about a need like that until it was given to me in its entirety?  
    And that need, that need , it swallowed me whole.    
    I needed this like I needed air.   Needed someone to fill me so acutely, so completely, mercilessly invading me, over and over, pounding me into the mattress, taking absolute, indisputable ownership of my body until I couldn’t say where he began and I ended.      
    Needed it so much, I couldn’t stop begging for it.  
    Loudly.  
    Repeatedly.  
    And he gave it to me, everything I begged for and more, rutting into me with mindless abandon, pounding in and out, in and out, faster and faster, harder, and still, impossibly, harder , until screaming, I burst.  
    My orgasm didn’t just surprise me.   It assaulted me.   Tore through me and broke me into a million twitching pieces.  
    One big hand clawing at my hips, he pumped into me four, five more times, then planted himself deep, to the root and came.
    I watched as the chill at last left his eyes.   So many things rushed in to replace that consuming coldness of his.  
    Wonderful things.  
    Addictive things that let me know somewhere deep down he was as affected as I was.
    Hunger.   Admiration.   Desperation.   Lust.   Wonder.   Need.   Abandon.   Madness.  
    It was beautiful to watch, the way he changed in those brief moments of bliss.  
    Beautiful and dangerous.  
    I’d do a lot to watch him change like that, to get even the briefest glimpse of that other side of him.   The need was powerful to the point of self-destructive, especially considering the fact that I barely knew him, and what I did know only seemed to point toward the fact that he was a wild thing that was not even close to being tamed.      

CHAPTER  
    FIVE

    I was still reeling, still completely caught up in what had happened mere seconds ago, but not him.   He was up, standing, peeling off the used condom, tossing it into the closest wastebasket, then pacing the floor at the foot of my bed, eyes intense on my limp form.  
    No, wait, not pacing . . .  
    Stalking.
    Prowling.  
    Like a lion, his narrowed eyes on me.  
    I was his prey, and he was ready to pounce.  
    Again.    
    “Is everything all right?” I asked him, my voice hoarse like I’d been screaming.  
    Had I been screaming?   Had he literally made me scream?
    Oh yeah.   Shit , he had.  
    It was an embarrassing thought, and I let my mind shy away from it, even as the sound of those desperate cries still echoed in my mind.    
    “All right?” he mused, his tone low, voice more road-worn gravelly and rough than ever.   “Yeah, I’m all right .”  
    I blinked at the way he said it, though I couldn’t read him well enough to know what to make of it.  
    His lip curled up like he was annoyed.   He reached an arm up, running it impatiently over his short-cropped hair.  
    Why did every move he made turn me on?   Every minuscule shift of his body made mine respond, breasts tightening, sex clenching.  
    He elicited reaction without trying, controlled me without even touching.  
    My eyes ran down his ripped to within an inch of its life body, moving over each mark and scar.   I found those marks to be fascinating and beautiful.   He didn’t wear them like they were flaws, and so they weren’t.   If it wasn’t so obvious what they were, I thought I could have been convinced that he’d been born with them all.
    I knew better than to