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eyes trained on hers, he lowered his hips until he could brush the tip of his cock against the soft hair on her mound, then further down, against the satin-soft lips of her sex.
    Her eyelids fluttered closed and her soft moan made his arms shake as he held his body above hers. He did it again, this time letting his cock slip between her lips and rubbing her moisture all over the head.
    God, he could feel the warmth of it, so fucking beautiful it nearly made him cry out. But that would be showing emotion, and this had nothing to do with emotion.
    So he reared back and thrust into her. Not brutally hard. Just with enough force to sink deep, almost to his balls. Slick heat enfolded him, milked him.
    She cried out, though not in pain. No, she ground against him, wrapping her hands around what little slack there was in the ropes and using them to angle herself to him.
    On his arms above her, he forced himself to watch her face, to watch every expression. The relief, the ecstasy, the frustration.
    He figured if she looked up, she’d see the same expression on his face. And that was probably not a good thing. With his cock lodged inside her sex, he lowered onto his elbows and shoved his face at her neck. Nipping at the soft flesh beneath her ear, he flexed his hips and pulled out, one centimeter at a time, letting the drag of flesh on flesh tighten his balls.
    God, she was hot and he could feel that heat. No other woman he’d fucked had ever made him feel like this.
    But this didn’t feel like fucking. This felt more… reverential. That was a dangerous path.
    But it was going to be fun while it lasted.
    At the point where he’d nearly slipped free of her body, he shoved back in, making sure to catch her clit at a good angle. He must have done okay, because she gasped, her warm breath brushing his ear and raising the hair all over his body.
    Damn, being this close to her was a revelation of all the sensations he thought he’d lost forever. And he was determined to enjoy the full extent of every one.
    Removing his teeth from her neck, where he could see the beginning of a bruise, he rubbed his nose against the skin under her ear on his next retreat, breathing in her scent, fresh and clean, like clear air at the first touch of the sun. Something he hadn’t experienced in almost a century but remembered for its purity.
    Obviously this woman wasn’t untouched, but there was something about her, something pure. Something he wanted. Something he needed.
    And that was so totally bad.
    This time, he shoved in a little harder and immediately cursed himself for it, though she seemed to enjoy it, if her breathy moan was any indication. Lifting his head, he finally let himself kiss her full on the mouth. He wanted to taste her and needed to penetrate her again. To conquer her.
    Her tongue slid along his, his hips hammering faster now, his tongue halfway down her throat. Her mouth was just as warm as the rest of her, even more so, and his cock twitched, warning him he was about to come. He froze, not wanting to, but she broke away and pressed her lips to his ear.
    “Do it,” she whispered. “Come on, harder. I need to come and so do you.”
    Her rough-edged words flicked a switch in his brain, allowing his body to take over the rest of the ride. His hips pulled back before he slammed into her again and again. Her moans fueled his lust, and he made a small adjustment to the angle of his thrust until she cried out and clenched around him.
    Her orgasm cut the last thread of control he had on his sanity, and he released into her with a cry and a sense that he’d finally found home.
    Now that really scared the shit out of him.
    ***
    The man fell all over Tessa like he’d passed out.
    Breathing heavily in her ear, he lay on top of her, his heavy body providing a curious sense of safety. Which was great, considering why she was here.
    The problem was going to be the sex. It had been good. Maybe too damn good. How was she going to keep her