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Her pussy clamped down on his shaft as she felt her juices spilling furiously along the thick flesh when he thrust deep, hard, and seemed to swell thicker inside her.
She clawed at the sheets, the explosion rocking through her until the final, violent tidal wave of pure ecstasy swamped her senses.
Poppy collapsed beneath him, nearly unconscious from the strength of the orgasm and the flames that seared her senses.
She heard Jack groaning behind her, jerking against her, and realized he was locked in his own release.
In a distant part of her mind, she could feel the shadow she always sensed around him easing closer now, as though in warning. But she was just too tired to make sense of it. Too tired to think about it.
She’d fought to ease the need that had only been building since the morning she glimpsed him outside her window. The erotic hunger and need for his touch drifted to the edge of her consciousness, ready to come alive again with the slightest encouragement, but appeased for the moment.
At least long enough to allow her to finally slip into sleep.
Dangerous.
As Jack carefully, gently cleaned the moisture from between Poppy’s thighs and covered them both with a spare sheet he found in her closet, he couldn’t help but curse himself and glare into the dimly lit room.
Never, not one time, had he ever known anything so fucking hot and wild as what he’d felt from the moment he touched Poppy in the kitchen and realized how her body was humming with need.
Pulling her against him, he held her loosely, noticing how she settled against his chest, all those red curls tumbling around her back and shoulders.
Her skin was soft as silk.
Fuck.
Her pussy was pure paradise, gripping and milking his cock until he couldn’t hold back. It had been all he could do to work a condom over his swollen cock before pushing inside her.
He wanted her on birth control, he thought irrationally. He wanted to fuck her bare, fill that tight, gripping little pussy with his come and know he’d marked her as no other man had ever dared.
Satisfaction raced through him.
His Poppy. His talisman against the darkness growing inside him, and he’d made certain she waited for him.
Only to come back to betray her.
He was going to break her heart, and he knew it. He felt it and fought to ignore it.
No, he wasn’t a good man, but what he was doing now made him even worse.
He was betraying the sunlight.
And even God couldn’t forgive him for that.
CHAPTER NINE
Poppy awoke to the most amazing sensations.
Like thick, heavy waves of nothing but pure, unadulterated pleasure, and she was drifting in the very center of it. Every molecule of those waves was intent on nothing but her pleasure and that slow, sliding climb to the explosion she could feel building by incremental degrees.
As she came awake, she was aware first of the sensations. The way the drugging pleasure had invaded her sleeping senses and spread throughout her body. She moved with the undulating waves, lifting and falling, her breathing erratic as adrenaline added fuel to the building heat and sent it accelerating through her.
Then, she became aware of the brush of hair against her thighs, calloused fingers cupping and gripping her rear as they held her in place, and heated lips and tongue and the warmth of a mouth eating her pussy with growing male greed.
Her thighs were parted wide for him, feet planted in the mattress, her hands tied… tied?… to the headboard.
He’d restrained her hands, making certain she couldn’t touch him, couldn’t dig her hands into his hair and hold on when the pleasure became so extreme she was buffeted by it.
It should have scared her. Should have terrified her. Instead, the knowledge that nothing was expected of her but her participation in this mind-destroying ecstasy made her hotter.
