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to the edge of mindless bliss.

I cry out, and he covers the sound with his mouth, kissing with devious
strokes of his tongue that match the movement of his fingers within me.

Power surges, rippling through my bones, and I grab onto Xaden even

harder, surprised at the unexpected rush of crackling energy.
“Look at you. You’re fucking beautiful, Violet. Let go for me.” His words

curl around my mind, his mouth fused to mine, and the intimacy of it

pushes me to the limit of pleasure and then right over it.
He swallows my cry as my back bows, the first wave of my orgasm

washing over me, releasing that tight coil of tension in a burst of sparks at

the edge of my vision, breaking me into a million scattered stars. Lightning
strikes outside my window, flashing light through the room again and again

as he strokes me with an expertise that kicks the first climax into a second.
“Xaden,” I moan as the pleasure ebbs and flares again.

He grins and slides his fingers from my body, and I’m nothing but ragged

breaths and raw hunger as I reach for his shirt. I want it off now. He
accommodates my urgency, ripping off the fabric, and then we’re kissing

again, all swirling tongues and roaming hands. The feel of his skin under
my fingertips is divine, impossibly soft over yards of hard muscle. I trace

the lines of his back, memorizing the dips and hollows as sinew ripples with

every move he makes.
“I need you now,” I gasp and reach for the buttons of his leathers.

“You know what you’re saying?” he asks as I shove the fabric—and any

cloth beneath—past his hips, freeing the thick length of his cock. It’s hot
and hard in my hand, and the moan that rips from his lips makes me feel

invincible.

“I’m asking you to fuck me.” I arch up and kiss him.
He groans, dragging my hips to the edge of the desk, then working my

underwear down my legs, leaving me bare.
My pulse skyrockets. “I take the fertility suppressant.” Of course, we