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“That’s it,” he murmured, soothing the bite with his tongue before pressing open-mouthed kisses to her neck. “When you come, you light up like a goddamned supernova. It’s so fucking beautiful to watch. Do it again.”

And she did. Again and again, Cal drove her over the edge with a single-minded focus that was both thrilling and terrifying.

His fingers tightened on her thighs, his movements growing increasingly erratic. His breath hitched as he neared the precipice, and Ellie felt a burst of triumphant satisfaction. She gripped him tighter, her nails digging into the solid muscle of his back, and pressed her mouth to his ear.

“Come for me now, Cal. Let me feel you.”

At her words, something wild flashed in his eyes, and he groaned, his head falling in the crook of her neck, his hot breath ghosting over her skin. His pace became erratic, and she knew he was close to breaking. “God, you’re so...” He couldn’t finish his sentence as his body stiffened. The sight of him undone—teeth gritted, muscles straining, forehead slick with sweat—sent her over the edge. A wave of pleasure washed over her, so intense it felt like she was being ripped apart and pieced back together all at once.

“Cal!” His name tore from her throat, muffled against his shoulder as her body convulsed around him, the pleasure so sharp and overwhelming it bordered on pain.

He pressed his forehead to hers, their heavy breaths mingling in the close space. His grip on her tightened as he thrust a few more times, riding out both their climaxes. Then, spent and shaking, he let out a long breath and rested his forehead against hers again.

“Fuck,” Cal muttered at last. “Just—fuck.” His voice was rough with spent desire and awe and something else she couldn’t quite place. “What was that?”

She had no idea. “Um… Adrenaline high?”

He laughed, and it sent pleasant little shocks through where they were still joined. “Best damn high I’ve ever had.”

“Can we…” She hesitated. If she took this step with him, there would be no going back. “Can we do it again?”

His grin was searingly bright in the dim light as he scooped her into his arms and strode toward the bed.

Cal had never seen anything more beautiful than Ellie naked, spread out on a bed, waiting for him to lose the rest of his clothes and join her.

He shucked the robe and tunic and kicked off the cotton pants. The entire time, Ellie’s gaze devoured him. She dragged her lower lip between her teeth, her blue eyes wide and ravenous as they roamed over his body, lingering on his lengthening cock.

Damn, she was playing with fire, he thought as he climbed onto the bed. It wasn’t fair how effortlessly she could bring him to his knees.

“C’mere,” she breathed, reaching out to him, dragging him down for a kiss that ignited every nerve ending in his body. He situated himself between her thighs, cursing in a strangled whisper when he felt her slick heat against his already sensitive cock.

“Ellie,” he groaned as he slid back into her into her. She whimpered, arching her back off the mattress to grind against him, making his eyes roll back.

This time, it wasn’t fear or adrenaline; it was pure desire — for Ellie and only Ellie. His hands traced down along the inside of her thighs, making her tremble.

“Cal... harder...” she panted, her nails digging into his biceps.

His world narrowed to her and her alone, to the feel of her beneath him, the sounds she made, the way she called his name. He increased his pace, driving deeper inside her with every thrust.

Ellie matched him stroke for stroke, urging him on with breathy moans and whispered words of encouragement. Her eyes were half-lidded, pupils blown wide with pleasure.

He pulled out to the tip, his fingers trailing along her thigh, hitching her legs higher over his hips before he entered her again with a slow, steady push. She rocked against him, moving with him like they’d been doing this dance for centuries — it was intimate and familiar and so goddamn intense.

Heat gathered at the small of his back.

“God, Ellie,” he bit out, his rhythm faltering as he fought against the approaching climax. Her muscles clenched around him, sending him spiraling closer toward the edge.

He had to slow things down, or he wasn’t going to last. He was too sensitive, too wired, every nerve ending singing with raw, unchecked desire for the woman beneath him. He rocked his hips slowly, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts, thumbing her hard nipples.

It wasn’t enough.

“Cal... don’t stop.” Her fingers dug into the muscles of his ass, and she wrapped her legs tighter around him, grinding herself against him in a rhythm that made stars explode behind his eyelids.

He tried one last time to pull back, to regain control. But the feel of her around him, the way she was moving and pleading his name, it was too much.

“Just go,” she urged desperately, her hands shooting up to claw at his back. “It’s okay, just go.”

He gripped her hips, lifting her slightly as he thrust harder and faster into her. The sound of their bodies colliding echoed in the dim room, mingling with Ellie’s soft cries of pleasure.

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