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“Well, you’re really good at…” Her words broke off as another one of his fingers joined the first, and she let out a shout.

“You’re very tight,” he observed in his usual matter-of-fact Oz way, but which now sounded boiling with desire, “is two too much? If that hurts, I can…”

She shook her head, no longer capable of speaking. “Two is… two is…” She tried.

He pushed the fingers deeper.

“…good!” She gasped, moving her legs to give him better access. “Fuck, two is good!”

His free hand began to play with her swollen breasts and nipples, like they amused him and had been given to him in one of the wrapped presents.

“You’re sure?” He moved his fingers, not a single indication of hesitation, modesty, or discomfort.

Oz was taking control of her body, and it was fucking incredible! “Because if you can’t…”

Her hips moved in spite of herself, screwing herself down on his fingers as he pressed them deeper into her body. She gritted her teeth, trying to hold it together. “Fuuuuck….” She growled out, the feeling so good it was almost painful.

“I’m sorry?” Oz took on a tone of absolute confusion, like he had no idea what she could possibly be reacting to. “Are you okay, Miss Quentin?”

She was too far gone to control this, and she knew it.

“Oz…” She whimpered, her body gripping his fingers and rubbing against his palm. “…please…”

His hand moved from her breast to her hair again, wrapping one red curl at her temple around and around his finger. “That’s it…” He said softly as her hips moved, with his hand. “Show me how this is done, Natalie…”

She thrust her hips against his fingers, gritting her teeth and uttering throaty curses as she looked into the man’s perfect face. This was his first time, and she was determined to make it good for both of them. Or, more accurately, just her.

His knuckle touched her center and Natalie’s world exploded.

She let out a startled gasp, never imagining that there was that much pleasure to be had in the world .

Her gasp turned into an intense soundless cry, every muscle in her body locking and every inch of skin flushed and warm, from the ecstasy Oz’s fingers had just brought her to.

Oz watched it all with his intense dark gaze, like a tourist at some amazing attraction he’d always wanted to see.

Every single movement of her naked body was cataloged in that man’s incredible mind, where it would no doubt be obsessed about and re-lived forever. Every ragged breath, every inch of weeping flesh, every tiny cry.

She found that idea so amazing.

She rode out her climax, eyes locked with his.

And she could tell that Oz was at the end of even his already limited control. The man had hidden, darker depths. Everyone knew it. And Natalie could feel something moving beneath the calm, orderly surface of her partner.

She swallowed again, then reached down to slide the condom onto his hugely erect body.

His hips jutted forward as her grip closed over him, and Oz swore in a most un-Oz like fashion.

Her mouth curved, licking her lips and guessing something she could try. “I’m going to do something that’s you’ll like, if you’ll…”

She never got to finish the thought.

Instead, in one movement, Oz pushed her back onto the table, vaulted up on top of her, and his cock was already halfway home before she even registered what was happening.

She let out another astonished sound, not expecting that.

Oz was so… restrained. Safe. Controlled.

She really wasn’t expecting him to be quite so into this or… big.

The man’s body was bigger than his fingers and her tight channel had to stretch even more to allow for this new welcomed guest.

Oz moved his mouth to hers, her moan lost to his lips.

He pushed all the way into her, his eyes once again on hers.

For the first time, there was nothing but darkness in his gaze. He was beyond all control now, intent on simply taking her.

She’d broken his mind.

The thought filled her with another burst of feminine power. She was some kind of sex goddess! It was…

Oz began moving, short thrusts into her, his breath coming in growls.

Natalie bit her lower lip, wrapping her legs around him as tight as she could and moving with him. Guiding him and showing him the rhythm to move at. He was rough and wild. She needed to break him in and show him how to move.

Oz was very, very excited. She could feel it. His breathing wasn’t anywhere close to even and the tendons in his neck were standing taught. He was trying to hold on, but he was losing it. She could see that. He wasn’t going to last long. He simply wanted her too much.

“It’s okay…” She assured him, trying not to lose it herself. “You can…”

Oz thrust several more times into her, then exploded. Every muscle in his body locked, a choking growl of lust and passion and possessiveness escaping his throat. His fingers squeezed her breast tight enough that it would probably leave marks.

And Natalie absolutely loved it.

Oz was losing himself in her. He was finally having some fun.

To her surprise, his climax didn’t slow him down at all, and as soon as it ebbed, he continued like it had never happened. If anything, it just made him harder and more desperate for her flesh.

Natalie’s eyebrows rose, not expecting him to…

He gave her a kiss so hot it was scorching, his tongue ignoring the barrier of her lips and moving to rub against her tongue.

He leaned down to nip at her breasts, closing his teeth over their urgent points, and Natalie had to try desperately not to come herself. It would…

His body moved forward in another brutal, merciless thrust, and Natalie came again. She hadn’t meant to or expected it, it was just…

She let out a startled cry again, feeling like she was going to go mad if this got any more intense.

Oz reacted to her new orgasm by reaching down to her hands and pinned them both over her head, holding her still against the counter in his iron grasp, and presenting her body to him.

His eyes moved from her eyes to her breasts as they bounced.

He watched them like a man possessed, hammering into her. Again and again.

There was a timeless quality to it. Dreamlike. Natalie’s entire world now consisted of the sound of their lovemaking and her own heartbeat thundering in her ears. It was a wonderful, wonderful world to visit.

It seemed like hours had gone by, but also just moments .

Oz gritted his teeth and came again, eyes staying on her breasts.

Natalie tried to free her hand so that she could touch his face, but to her surprise, he kept her pinned to the table. The realization that he was stronger than she was today filled her with a thrill, for some reason.

She was pinned to the table. At his mercy. And she loved it.

His body was still hard. And he was going to go again.

By this point, Natalie was as amazed as she was turned on. The man was going for some kind of record here. Which was really, really cool.

He’d apparently been saving himself for her, and now that he had the opportunity, he was going to make certain he took full advantage.

Mull let out an excited giggle, feeling wicked and loved and utterly safe. Her heart was in her throat, and her vision swam. She couldn’t remember ever being so excited. “Come on…” Her eyebrows waggled at him flirtatiously. “You’re not done… Show me what ya got, Baby Doll …”

Oz took her up on the challenge, shifting his weight so that his body pushed even deeper into her.

Mull wrapped her legs against him even tighter, squeezing him harder in an attempt to make them one.

He rested his forehead against hers, sharing her breath.

Perspiration stood out on his skin, his jaw set, his breathing even more ragged now.

She kissed him softly, surrendering herself to him and taking him in return. “I love you…” She whispered. “God, I love you…”

Each one of his thrusts was accompanied by a groan of desire now, like a wordless plea for her body and throaty prayer of thanks for her.

She moved with him, amazed that she hadn’t lost her mind yet. She’d never felt anything like this before. That man was driving her mad!

His thrusts became shorter and more desperate, his eyes locked with hers now. His brow was furrowed in passion and effort, her name on his lips. “Natalie… Natalie… Natalie…”

Her blood was pounding in her ears, mixing in with Oz’s heavy breathing and the sound of her own soft cries.

She kissed him again, his lips still demanding and hungry.

Like he’d never get enough of the taste of her.

“I love you, Oz.” She assured him softly, gasping the words. “You are my hero. ”

Oz came again, letting out her name in a hoarse roar of exhaustion and pleasure.

His final effort pushed Mull over the edge too, a climax she hadn’t even been aware her body was still capable of producing. It was absolutely shattering though, to the point her vision was darkening around the edges and her mind blanked.

Oz collapsed on top of her.

They both gasped for breath, trying to regain their sanity.

Wow.

Okay, that was intense.

They were going to need more condoms. A lot more.

“I love you.” He assured her, moving so that his face was resting on her breasts. “I love you so much I can’t even control it.”

She swallowed, feeling like her entire world had shifted and that there would never be a future where she wouldn’t want this man. “I could tell.” She got out with an amused gasp, then craned her neck to kiss the top of his head tenderly.

And it was the happiest Mull could ever remember being.

Which meant, given their career choice… one of them would probably die soon.