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Everything about this man was all about taking control and I could swear he was never going to let me go.

What seemed like minutes later, he broke the intimacy, nipping my lower lip then my jaw. Once again, his whisper permeated every cell in my body.

“Now, I fuck you.”

As he pressed my tummy over the couch, one hand remaining on the small of my back, I heard the sound of his zipper. When I felt his throbbing cock rubbing up and down my heated bottom, I couldn’t help but smile, arching my back.

There was no moment of gentleness, no more foreplay. He merely thrust his shaft inside my pussy, plunging in and out several times before pulling all the way out.

I bristled, knowing exactly what he was going to do.

Stone slipped the tip of his cock against my puckered hole, pushing until my muscles relaxed, accepting the thick invasion.

“Oh. Oh. Oh!” I clawed at the leather once again, scratching feverishly as anguish rolled all the way down to my toes.

“Relax, princess.” He gripped my hips, sliding another inch inside, waiting until the tension in my body eased.

The pain was an instant rush, further fueling the fire burning within, but the moment ecstasy rolled in, I was lost in a sea of pleasure.

He moved in slow and methodical actions, taking his time to enjoy the moment. I met every thrust with one of my own, still arching my back until he began to drive into me more savagely.

I could feel everything about him changing, even the sounds he emitted completely different. I fell into a beautiful zone even as his entire body began to shake. He was close. So close. I squeezed my muscles, yet there was no stopping him as he powered into me, driving harder and faster.

Our combined ragged breathing mixed with the slight creak of the couch from his fevered thrusts. As seconds turned into minutes, it was as if we’d become one.

I could no longer think or see clearly, the series of sensations amazing. When I heard the change in his breathing, I knew he was close to coming. I clamped down on my muscles again, smiling when he threw back his head and roared.

Breathing was still difficult, but as he pressed the full weight of his body against mine, intertwining our fingers together, I was forced to gasp for air.

Not from the heaviness of his chest.

Not from the sinful act we’d just committed.

But from the level of intense sadness that clawed at my throat.

Even though we stayed locked together for a few wonderful minutes, I sensed our closeness was shattered.

I felt his body tense, his scattered breathing returning. He eased off the couch, the sound of him adjusting his jeans, the zipper being tugged with ferocity telling. He had no intention of staying, spending the night and rekindling whatever romance we might have thought we’d had.

I was suddenly embarrassed as hell, even more cognizant of my nakedness and I hated myself for it. I’d fallen into my own trap, longing for something to steal me away from the drudgery and the nagging trickle of fear. My legs still shaking, I couldn’t look at him as I climbed off the sofa, moving quickly into my bedroom and grabbing a robe from the back of the bathroom door.

I stood in the darkness of my room for a few seconds, pretending I could see my reflection in the dresser mirror. Maybe I honestly didn’t want to for fear of being forced to accept where my life had spiraled down to. All the admonishment I could muster wasn’t going to change the fact we’d just had sex.

And I had no idea what to say to the man.

I walked out, still fumbling to try to tie the sash on my robe. When I rounded the corner, the sight of him staring out the window, his hands shoved into his jeans allowed goosebumps to form.

He didn’t feel any less awkward than I did. I wasn’t certain if I took comfort in that or hated that we had nothing to say to each other.

I crept closer, able to catch the side of his face. His upper lip was curled, his eyes remaining unblinking as he stared out onto the street below. I’d never felt so damn uncomfortable around anyone.

“I’m going to have a glass of wine. I also have whiskey. Would you like something?” There was a level of odd defiance in my voice, the same shield I used every day at work.

He tipped his head slightly, the hesitation exactly what I’d expected. “I think I’ve had enough for the night.”

“Okay. I understand.” I was still tingling all over as I moved into the kitchen, uncertain I wanted to turn on the light. This might be the only time the darkness was comforting. I felt his presence and marveled how he’d moved so quickly across the room. I could feel his hot breath even from the four feet separating us.

“I missed the fuck out of you, Vanessa. I ain’t gonna lie to you about that, but I can’t go back to where we were. I’m no longer the same person.” His words were stilted, incapable of emotion. I wasn’t shocked at his bluntness, but I couldn’t help but feel a slight stab in my tummy, butterflies swarming.

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