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He lets out a breath of relief and then places a soft kiss on my forehead. He starts to move then, sliding in and out of me in long, slow strokes.

His gaze is fixed on mine. I suddenly want to shield myself from the intensity, but I can't seem to pull away. There's something about his deep-set expression, a concentration that's so erotic my body tingles with excitement. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. He lowers his mouth to my neck, his teeth lightly scraping against my skin, sending sparks down to my toes.

He kisses his way to my collarbone, grazing sharply then licking the small sting away. He brings one hand between our bucking bodies and presses on my throbbing clit. I scream, almost flying out of my skin from the sudden surge of pleasure that burns through my body.

He lets go of my hands and I wrap my arms around his neck, threading my fingers through his hair, holding him tight while I moan and writhe shamelessly beneath him.

Suddenly, he switches us around so I'm on top. He sits up in bed, his arms wrapped snugly around my waist, giving him deeper access. I close my eyes, but he reaches up to caress my face.

“Look at me, London.” The tenderness in his voice tugs at something in my chest, an emotion I’m scared to explore.

I open my eyes, immediately ensnared in the endless pool of his mesmerizing gray eyes.

“Curt…” I whisper, dropping my head to his.

Tears push behind my lids and I wonder what the lump in my throat means. Maybe it's the realization that I belong to this man. It doesn't matter what happens after this; I'm completely his.

No one will ever make me feel this way again. Never.

His thrusts are ruthless now as he slams into me over and over. Our bodies slap together, luscious and wet. His gaze never leaves mine, its intensity keeping me grounded despite the overwhelming pleasure coursing through my body.

My cries grow louder, more desperate, as the pleasure mounts. I feel like I'm on fire. I ache for release. Just a little more and I'll be…

He stops.

I whimper, an embarrassing sound that I couldn't care less about at the moment.

Wordlessly, he flips me over, positioning me on my hands and knees in the middle of the bed.

He doesn't touch me at first. I feel cold and bare without him. Impatient, I push backward, rubbing my ass cheeks against his length.

Then, his hands are on me. Light fingers trace a path down my spine. I shiver. He plunges into me, steadying me with hands gripping my hips.

He remains still for a moment, filling me with his length until I wiggle against him, urging him on. His hand reaches out to wrap my hair around his fist and gently tugs my head backward. I follow his lead, rising to my knees to meet his mouth in a firm, passionate kiss. He holds me at his mercy, proving he will take me when he wants and no sooner.

Surrender. Trust. He wants it all – and that's exactly what I give him.

Finally, he releases me, placing my hands back on the bed. Then he slams into me so hard I fall forward onto my elbows. But God, that feels so good!

He does it again, this time grunting with the force of it. I rock forward but stay on my elbows, crying with pleasure now. I've never felt so exposed. So sensual, so raw. At that moment, I'm trusting everything to Curt… my body, my soul, my heart… I don't mind that it'll be shattered into irredeemable pieces. He'd warned me not to, but I'm surrendering it all anyway.

He doesn't relent his pace, not when my cries grow louder or when my body tenses and my fingers dig into the sheets for dear life. An unimaginable pressure builds within me, turning my muscles to jelly, singing through my veins until I can't take anymore… until I shatter into a million pieces.

My breathless cries blend perfectly with Curt's feral grunt as we surrender our bodies to the overwhelming wave of orgasm.

It’s a long time before we come down from the high.

Chapter Six

Curt

She looks like an angel in her sleep with her shiny brown hair spread across my pillow. Her lips are slightly parted, plump and sumptuous, inviting me to delve into the delicious warmth of her mouth. I reach out to tuck a stray strand of her hair away from her face, a smile tugging at my lips as the memories of the previous night flood my head.

It was special in ways that I can't explain even to myself. Like every night for the past three days.

After the first time, we sort of fell into a routine where we go about our business during the day and fall into each other's arms at night. Now, every day I ache for the moment I can come back home so I can see London’s beautiful smile and kiss her perfect lips. I look forward to making love to her and holding her in my arms after. I look forward watching her listen to me speak about work with that adorable frown of concentration on her face. I look forward to making stupid jokes just to hear the tinkling sound of her laughter.

I'm used to finding the rationale behind every occurrence, but what we’ve shared in the past few days is beyond me.

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