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He was on top of me, over me, staring down at me, just breathing, just staring into my eyes for a moment out of time, and I felt the connection we’d both acknowledged snapping and sparking between us, felt it as real and physical as an electric shock; that moment, no part of our bodies touching, just our eyes meeting…

It felt like gripping a live power cable, it felt like a million joules coursing through me.

“Duke,” I whispered.

And then he pounced.

He stroked my slit, guiding himself into me, and then bracing himself with both hands. I cried out in relief as he filled me, and this time I had his eyes, had his open, unguarded expression to go with the physical sensation, and I knew then that I’d never feel anything like this singular moment ever again, his eyes spearing into me, his cock sliding deep, gliding into me, the real and undeniable emotional or psychological or whatever it was connection crackling between us.

But I was wrong.

It got even more intense:

He kissed me.

Good god, he kissed me like I’ve never been kissed before.

And now he was inside me, and he was kissing me. He was moving, thrusting, filling me and withdrawing and pushing in and dragging out and his tongue was tangling with mine and he was moaning into my mouth as he moved, as we moved together.

Because this was…

Something totally other than sex.

More.

So muchmore.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, discovering that I had hands, and that I wanted to touch him. My hands scoured his skin, clawed down his shoulders and raked his sides. I ripped his topknot out and ran my fingers through his soft silk hair and cupped the back of his head and grabbed his ass and dug my fingers into the hard muscle around his spine, and all the while I was discovering as well that my hips had a mind of their own.

I was utterly wild.

We couldn’t sustain the kiss any longer, then, and I was the first to break away, gasping on a sob. I promptly bit his shoulder and cried out, teeth latched onto the thick trapezius muscles.

“Temple—” he snarled, sounding as stunned and breathless as I was.

“Don’t—don’t ever stop, Duke,” I said, and then kissed him where my teeth had left red marks on his pale skin. “God, please don’t stop.”

I forced my gaze up to his, and found what I was looking for, what I’d always been looking for, without ever realizing it: A man, powerful, confident—arrogant, even—completely focused on me without being intimidated by me…who could fuck me senseless and push me out of my boundaries, and yet, in that moment, he was completely vulnerable.

I saw his fear at how intense this was, and I knew it was everything to him that it was to me. I saw his need…forme. I saw his desire for me, which was a separate thing from the need.

I reached up, clutched the back of his neck, and pulled his face down to mine. Touched my lips to the shell of his ear. Cupped his pumping, pulsing ass in my other hand, heels hooking around the backs of his thighs just beneath his buttocks.

I whispered in his ear: “Let go, Duke.”

I felt another orgasm boiling up deep inside me. I let go of his butt and wedged that hand between our bodies, touched my clit, felt the white-hot lightning slice through me at my touch, spasms seizing my belly and my legs and my core. My thighs trembled and my hand clamped down on Duke’s neck, clutching as hard as I could.

“Duke—let go, baby.” I bit his lower lip, writhing my hips against his, taking his cock as deep as it would with each slow thrust. “Let go with me. I’m gonna come again. Come with me.”

“Temple—” he growled, and one of his hands brushed across my breasts and then found my free hand and our fingers tangled together stretched out over our heads. “Fuck, fuck. Temple—Jesus.”

I squeezed his hand, clamping down as we ground our bodies together, the room echoing with the sound of our grunts and sighs and the wet sucking slapping.

I felt him begin to lose control, then. His fucking thrusts lost their machine-like rhythm and his breathing went ragged and he was grunting and groaning. Each thrust was magic, filling me, stretching me, and my fingers were crazy on my clit and he was slamming hard and fast now.

“Yes, Duke, Duke, god, keep fucking me. Come with me, Duke.”

I felt the orgasm rip apart inside me, felt my pussy squeeze around his cock, and I wrapped around him, yanked my hand free of his and curled my legs around his waist and clawed my fingernails down his back as I came with such intensity that tears started in my eyes and the waves of climax physically wracked me and my voice was hoarse from shrill breathless screams.