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A slight laugh threatened to give away my selfish thoughts. I tugged on his hair and he responded by driving two fingers deep inside. As soon as he began pumping them, I slapped my hand over my mouth.

There was no chance I could keep completely silent. None.

I shifted back and forth as he added a third and fourth finger, flexing them open as he thrust hard and fast.

The sensations were wild, every nerve standing on end. How was it possible no man had ever brought me to such a delicious state of mind and body before him? How did Maddox seem to know instinctively what I needed?

What I’d craved for so long?

My toes curled as he feasted, licking with such fervency that I was left breathless and incapable of thinking. There was such darkness in him, a brutal nature that easily scared others away.

That’s what he wanted.

To offer no sense of light, no pretense that he would give a damn about them. But even with his roughness, there was a tender side, a need to connect with someone.

Just like I’d felt.

So alone.

So lonely.

With him, I felt very much alive. I craved living. Just like he’d insisted I do.

He split my legs even further apart, pushing my knees against the bed, pinning me down until his thirst was quenched. In the next few seconds, I was aware of every sight and sound, every tingling sensation just before I couldn’t hold back any longer.

I crashed through the precipice, my mind spinning as my body reeled from the rush of emotions and vibrations.

The climax was incredible, shoving me into a beautiful vacuum.

I was powerless to the incredible sensations, tossing and turning my head from side to side.

With one hand I gripped the comforter. With the other I tangled and pulled on his hair, gasping for air as one orgasm drifted into a second. That had never happened to me before.

He refused to stop, only slowing his speed as I came down from the rafters.

When he suddenly pulled away, I rolled onto my side, enjoying every beautiful second of euphoria.

I should have known better than to think he could maintain utter control but for so long. He tugged on my leg, yanking me further down the bed. As soon as he forced me onto my back, he sat down on the bed. The look on his face was dark and intense, his pupils slightly dilated.

The fixated look he had on me was something I’d also never experienced. There was no conversation. He merely pulled me up, forcing me to straddle his legs.

His cock was pressed against my wetness, but I remained on my knees. I brushed my finger along his angular jaw, the stubble tickling my skin. When I rolled my hands over his shoulders, he lifted his head. Instead of a scowl, I was offered a slight smile.

My God. I’d managed to please him.

He wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, rolling the tip up and down my pussy. Electricity shot through every muscle until I was barely moving.

The silence between us was no longer awkward as it had once been, now a telling statement of our hunger. I eased my hands down from his shoulders to his chest, marveling in his solid muscles.

Somehow, I could tell he wasn’t in such perfect physical shape only because of some gym membership. He was a rancher. He worked hard every day. The thought fascinated me.

Exhaling, Maddox tickled my back with the ends of his fingers, trailing them down my back to the cleft between my buttocks.

The sharp crack of his hand shocked me, so much so I laughed.

He repeated the action, harder this time. He mirrored my smile and repeated it three more times in rapid succession.

They were painful, but even more enticing. Maybe I had never realized I craved a firm hand. Or maybe I hadn’t allowed myself the opportunity to explore anything that I needed.

Or craved.

The spanking continued, the sound of his palm slapping against my backside jarring yet so exciting. My pussy throbbed as he brought his hand down four times, every crack rougher than the one before.

Lightheaded, soft mews escaped my lips, tiny goosebumps covering every inch of my exposed skin.

“You are such a bad girl,” he said in a deep voice.

“Uh-huh.”

“You need taming.” He moved from one side to the other in a perfect rhythm.

“Never.”

After cracking his hand against my bottom twice more, he gripped my hips, pulling me down on his cock.

My muscles immediately clamped around the thick invasion and my heart did pitter-patters. I threw my head back, panting to keep from screaming. The sensations rocked through me wildly, my pussy instantly clenching and releasing from the intense throbbing.

“Fuck. You’re so goddamn tight.” His breathing was just as ragged.

He was huge, even more than his appearance had suggested.

My mind was blown and the slight burning sensations from the imprint of his hand added to the jolts of current.

He held me in position before tugging me even closer to his body. “Look at me, Charmaine. I want you to see me when I fuck you.”

I dropped my head, uncertain I could see anything. Somehow, his eyes bore into mine, the ravishing look of a predator thrilling.

With my arms draped over his shoulders, we rocked together, feeding off one another as his cock continued expanding my muscles.

There were no words at this point, only breathless sounds and moans coming from both of us. He never blinked and I began to wonder if most hunters had learned the art of keeping watch at all times.

I’d never felt as safe as I did with him. The thought was odd yet truthful. As he pulled me up until only the tip of his cock was inside, I squeezed my pussy muscles on purpose.

He laughed softly, yet the tone was dark and demanding. When he pulled me down again, I dug my broken fingernails into his skin.

The vibrations continued, long and hard, flowing through me like a beautiful tidal wave of electricity. I could never tell him what this meant to me, the need to feel alive only able to be filled again by his heated touch.

And by the way he looked at me with such ferocity that I was kept in a beautiful haze. He was everything I hadn’t known I needed and nothing that could be contained. Every muscle was on fire, every inch of my skin prickling from the joy he was providing.

We continued rocking together and when he pushed me back onto the bed, a nervous laugh erupted from my throat.

With his hands placed on either side of me, he lifted his body until every muscle was tensed.

He thrust even harder, the force pushing me into the bed.

I was breathless, kneading his chest as we locked eyes.

Maybe there were things that needed to be said.

Maybe there were feelings that should be shared, but I was incapable of forming words.

His stamina was incredible, beads of sweat dripping down from his face onto mine. Even the ceiling fan was incapable of keeping us cool. Not when our bodies were on fire.

I arched my back and wrapped both legs around him, squeezing my knees together. Within seconds, I sensed he was ready to come.

With several additional plunges, his body tensed and he slowly lifted his head toward the ceiling.

As he erupted inside, a deep sadness rushed through me.

A knowing.

A realization that would linger even though the memories would be sweet.

This would never happen again.