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He paused for a moment, hands overhead. Using the top of the door jamb to stretch his long, muscular arms. To push his broad, sculpted chest into the cold, filtered moonlight.

“Can’t sleep either?”

The giant Ranger wore a tight pair of dark-colored boxers — and nothing else. Three long strides took him right to the bed. Straight to me.

Oh…

I melted a little as he climbed over me, placing his hands over my hands. Slowly lowering himself against my body, but diverting the bulk of his weight to his knees and elbows.

“I…”

My voice died in my throat. We were face to face now. Nose to nose, our mouths all but touching. I stared upward through his two glistening, hazel irises. Saw the fire burning behind them…

Who is this guy?

It occurred to me I knew virtually nothing about this man. Nothing other than he’d savagely fucked me. He’d been tight-lipped about everything, from his reasons for being in that bedchamber to his connections with Kyrkos. Hell, I barely even knew his name.

And yet, there was this inane familiarity between us. A bond that somehow went beyond the obvious physical chemistry our bodies already shared. As our eyes remained locked, searching each other’s for meaning, I found myself fascinated by how intimate our connection was. There was something odd yet incredible about him. Something—

He shifted abruptly, lowering his big thighs against mine. I was very aware of the warmth, the overwhelming heat soaking into me as we went skin to skin, flesh to flesh.

A big hand slipped between us as Marcus pulled up my shirt, laying my breasts bare. Then he lowered his chest against my chest. His flat, chiseled stomach onto my smooth, bare belly…

He did it all without looking away. His eyes still drilled into mine, never flinching for even an instant, even as he nudged my legs apart. It was like he was staring into me. Through me.

I gasped as I felt his manhood pressing against me. We were still separated by the thin strip of my panties. That and the fabric of his boxers, which was now stretched over a gigantic erection.

He dropped lower. Bore down on me harder, driving my whole body deeper into the bed. Our noses were gliding against one another’s. Our lips were grazing, brushing, touching…

Oh my God…

In one hungry surge he pushed upward, inward… grinding his cock between my legs as he kissed me ravenously. His mouth covered mine, his tongue flicking out with a wicked, wanton abandon. I grabbed his head and kissed him back, pulling his mouth so hard against me it actually hurt my jaw.

It was fiercesome yet magical. Like some sort of spell between us had shattered, giving us leave to do whatever the fuck we wanted. And all I wanted was to fuck him. All I wanted was to feel the weight of his hard body crushing me into the bed. That glorious first penetration as he drove up into me, parting me with his thick member, splitting me up the middle…

I wanted him to slam me, to destroy me, to pile-drive that fat, gorgeous cock into me just as he had the first time. I wanted to spread myself wide for him. To take him so unimaginably deep in my dripping pussy, that wrapping my legs and locking my ankles around him might somehow keep him there forever.

His hands roamed my body, sliding up and down my naked sides. I could feel his abs rippling, every time we shifted. Rolling like hard waves against my tender flesh, while he kissed me and grinded me and stole my breath away.

The door’s still open…

My inner voice of reason was very low and far away. My body laughed as I raked my nails down his back, pulling even more of his bulk against me.

Marcus’s hands went lower, rolling his only article of clothing down his massive, athletic thighs. Then he was on me again. Pushing upward. Inward…

HOLY…

Shoving its way against the drenched satin strip of my panties, until something had to give…

FUCK.

I wasn’t sure which one of us did it. Suddenly my thong was being yanked to one side and I was screaming with pleasure as Marcus plunged into me. He drove himself deep, deep down, all the way inside. All the way down until he bottomed out in my pussy, eliciting a squeal of perfect ecstasy that I gasped right into his open mouth.

Then he growled… rose up on two big arms… and started fucking me like a machine.

All other thoughts fled my brain. All that mattered was giving way beneath this pumping, churning onslaught. Spreading my thighs as far as I possibly could, to give him full access to anything he wanted.

Oh God…