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unlike any other I’d ever felt. My chest was heavy with emotion. I let it go. I didn’t know if they were tears of pain or pleasure and why they belonged here, but they were silent, and for that I was thankful. I started to move against him, encouraging him as the foreign feeling came over me.
    “Fucking perfect,” he said, picking up speed with each thrust of his hips. I pushed my ass back, giving him more, making him moan in appreciation. He concentrated on my clit, moving his fingers quickly as he started to pound into me. Sensing my release, Rhys reached around and gripped my throat, squeezing hard. A feeling of complete ecstasy came over me. This time, I didn’t have a choice. I came hard, every fiber of my being releasing and pulsating as a layer of sweat formed on my skin and I shook beneath him. I let out an intense wail, clawing the leather as I the rush continued to shake me. Evidence dripped from my sex and ran down my thighs. With a growl, he pulled out of my ass and I heard him rip the condom off quickly before he plunged into my drenched pussy.
    In that moment, Rhys lost his control and I pushed back as he thrust forward, his strokes coming fast.
    “Fuck yes!” His voice was hoarse with desire. His hand came down hard, blistering my skin repeatedly, and this time I reveled in the pain, my moans matching his. I felt him growing harder inside me as he hit the need in me, and as soon as I let go, I felt another hard slap, driving my orgasm on as I screamed for him.
    With the last ripple coursing its way through my limbs, he turned me over in the chair, laying me back down on the flat seat then poured wax all over my chest. I savored the sensitivity as my breasts were covered in the hot oil that he rubbed in, taking special care to cover the valley between them.
    “Push them together,” he ordered, breathless. I had never seen his face so full of intensity, never seen him so hot for me. I grabbed my tits and squeezed them together as tight as I could. He pushed his cock between them, thrusting hard. After a few strokes, he pulled away, fisting his dick as he came all over my neck and chest. His entire body glistened as he threw his head back, teeth clenched. I watched his cock spurt more of his sweet liquid all over me. It was perfect.
    He grunted with the last of his release, his legs shaking as he pumped the last drop onto my stomach.
    The silence in the room was only interrupted by our heavy breathing as our eyes remained locked. His chest heaved in time with mine as he studied me. The connection between us was so powerful at that moment, I was sure that he would acknowledge it.
    I sat up when he turned to leave me and felt the emotion come back tenfold. I covered my face with my hands and sobbed as I sat in the chair, terrified of what he would think, but at the same time not giving a damn. It hit me so suddenly, I had no choice but to let go. Rhys picked me up, sat me on his lap and held me closely to his chest, stroking my back as I cried. I don’t know how long it took for me to get it out, a minute or an hour, but he held me, pressing his lips to my forehead repeatedly. When I pulled away from him, I caught his eyes and saw the man I once had a chance with. He was still in there. He wiped the sides of my face and brought his lips to mine briefly.
    We got dressed by candlelight, neither of us saying a word. I could tell he wanted to talk, that he had something he wanted to say, and I gave him an earnest look, hoping it was welcoming. The sex was incredible, we were amazing together, and this distance just felt…wrong. He watched me walk to the door and I turned back to him to give him one last chance, but he stayed silent. I walked out more sated and freed than I’d ever felt in my life. The only sadness left in the room was held in the grey eyes of the man who had truly freed me through pleasure and pain.

    I stayed busy working and finishing the honey-do list around my house that Alex never