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All reason, worry, pain—gone in that moment.

Only primal need remained.

He kissed me deep, like he wanted to devour me whole.

"Marcelo..." My legs went weak. I could only cling to him.

He felt me falter. Scooped me up, set me on the edge of the work table.

Fabric and tools scattered. Clattered to the floor.

"Ruby, are you sure?" He stared at me, gray-green eyes burning hot enough to consume me.

"Shut up." I pulled his tie down. "Kiss me."

So he stopped hesitating.

His lips found mine, my neck, my collarbone. Every touch was fire.

My T-shirt came off. His shirt tore open. Buttons scattered everywhere.

The table edge dug into my legs. I didn't care.

I just wanted him. This man. His heat, his breath, everything.

His mouth traced lower, teeth grazing the curve of my breast through thin lace. I gasped, arching into him. Four years of hunger crashed through every nerve ending.

"Marcelo—"

He yanked the bra down, took my nipple between his lips. Sucked hard. The shock of it ripped a cry from my throat.

His other hand slid up my thigh, fingers hooking under my panties. Didn't bother pulling them down. Just tore them off. The fabric gave with a sharp rip.

"Jesus—" I barely got the word out before his fingers were inside me. Two at once. No warning. No gentleness.

My head slammed back. "Fuck—"

"You're soaked." His voice was gravel and smoke. He pumped his fingers ruthlessly, thumb grinding against my clit. "Four years, Ruby. Four fucking years I've wanted this."

I couldn't speak. Could only dig my nails into his shoulders as he worked me over, fast and brutal and perfect. The orgasm hit like a freight train. I came apart on his hand, gasping his name.

He didn't give me time to recover. Pulled his fingers out, shoved his pants down. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, the head already slick.

He gripped my hips. Dragged me to the very edge of the table.

"Look at me."

I forced my eyes open.

He slammed into me in one savage thrust.

I screamed. He was huge. Stretched me so wide it burned. But God, it felt right. Like my body had been waiting four years just for this.

"Fuck—Ruby—" His control shattered. He pulled out almost all the way, then drove back in. Set a punishing rhythm that rattled the table, sent tools clattering to the floor.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, nails raking down his back. He felt it through his shirt and growled, hiking my thigh higher, changing the angle. Hit something devastating inside me.

"There—oh God, right there—"