What He Craves
breathing and tried to match my
breath with his. In. Out. In. Out. The pain was easing a little.
    And then it was gone, and my body softened. I felt every muscle
relax, legs, arms, stomach. “Ohhh,” I moaned. Following that moment of
relaxation came a rush of energy and I felt like I was soaring up, up, up to
the stars. Shane suckled on my stinging nipple, drawing it into his mouth, and
a spark ignited deep inside me. The heat pulsed out in big waves, each one
getting stronger and stronger.
    “How’s this feel?” he asked, flicking his tongue over my
nipple.
    “Incredible.”
    “Good.” He raked his fingernails down my stomach, over my
mound then cupped my sex. “How’s this feel?”
    “Ohhh,” was all I could manage. When one of his fingers
probed my folds, I widened my stance, spreading my legs for him. Take me. Take
me now, I wanted to tell him. But I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t move.
    Something large, something hard pushed at my opening, and I
shook as I relaxed my inner muscles. Every so slowly it filled me, stretched me
until my tissues burned and my insides pulsed. The pleasure was almost
unbearable. My insides were clenching that thick rod inside, and each time the
muscles tightened another intense rush of sensation ripped through me. I was on
the verge of climax, burning from the roots of my hair to the soles of my feet.
    “Hmmm…” Shane said. “We’re going to have to do something
about this impatience of yours.”
    “Please, not now.” I tensed, expecting him to pull the toy
out, to strip me of the pleasure that was right there, within my grasp.
    A second hard thing pushed at my other opening, and I
clenched once again, fighting the intimate invasion. But that only amplified
the sensation deep inside, as my muscles rippled around the toy inside my
vagina.
    “Open. Trust me.”
    I dragged in a deep breath and relaxed my anus and in the
second toy slid. It surged farther, stroking so deeply I couldn’t hold back
another second. The orgasm was like a wild river. It picked me up and threw me
around, battering my body with relentless force. I surrendered, relaxing into
the violence, becoming fully engulfed. It was a climax like none I’d ever
experienced, so forceful I wondered if I might collapse.
    If the rest of our relationship proved to be as violently
beautiful, I was in trouble.
    “That’s all for you tonight,” Shane murmured in my ear. “Time
for sleep.”

Chapter 4
    The next morning, Shane pulled his zoomy car up to my condo,
put it into park and kissed me goodbye. The kiss was a rushed, a tiny bit empty
and disappointing after the explosive night we shared. But I didn’t let my
disappointment or confusion show. I beamed at him and let myself out. And, as
he rocketed away, I practically danced up the front walk.
    As I was letting myself into my condo, I checked my messages
on my cell phone. Two from Jill. Both late last night. The second said I needed
to call her the minute I got the message, no matter what time it was.
    So, I called her.
    And I woke her up.
    “Hello?” her heavy, sleep-filled voice cracked.
    “It’s me. What’s the big emergency?” I asked as I locked
myself in my house.
    “You’ll never guess who I ran into yesterday.”
    “Dave.”
    “Nope.”
    “Bill.”
    “Nope.”
    “Jason.”
    “Nope. Give up?”
    “Yes.” I kicked off my shoes.
    “Drake.”
    “Drake Who?”
    “Drake Who. Very funny. Your Drake, of course. Drake Cornett.
I saw him at the bookstore. He was in the coffee shop reading a book about
divorce. Divorce!”
    A strange emotion buzzed through me. I decided I didn’t want
to look too closely at it. “Interesting.”
    “Interesting? Interesting? Hello! Am I talking to the same
girl who’d prayed for months that he wouldn’t go through with his wedding?”
    “Yes, that was me. Was .” I strolled into my kitchen
and poked my head into the refrigerator.
    “And didn’t you say that if you ever heard that he was
single again that
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