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She shudders deliciously.

With her body under mine, I fill her again and again, falling into a brutal rhythm like a rutting beast, venting a decade of pent-up need in every thrust.

This feels like a chase.

Like I’m chasing this pleasure, chasing her heart, chasing the love I need no matter what I have to do to earn it.

Panting.

Raw.

Groaning delight.

Merciless claws of pleasure savage me, but not just that.

Her nails find my back and their sweet sting pushes me higher, higher, drawing more primitive, uncontrolled heat from me until I’m slamming her into the bed.

And she’s still rising up to meet me with frenzied breaths, her lip pushed between my teeth like a strawberry screaming to be devoured.

I oblige.

My thrusts match hers in every way as she fuses to my cock.

We rut on in sweat-slicked tension, in a quivering peak that towers over us like a wave, crashing and inevitable.

I bury myself in her one last time until something unspeakable hits.

A firebolt.

An invisible hand that reaches up inside me like a puppet and rips my pleasure out until I’m pouring it into her, baring my teeth and snarling like an animal.

Into her tight-locked depths.

Into this body that flows and fluxes and ripples and shudders just for me, and now I can’t help but open my eyes to drink her in as we come together.

She’s pearl and gold in the moonlight, her skin gleaming and her head thrown back.

Her back arches so beautifully, thrusting her tits toward me like an offering.

Watching as she loses herself in sheer ecstasy is a hundred proof shot to my soul.

It’s like falling in love all over again.

It’s like finding myself when I didn’t know how lost I was.

It’s like I’ve been waiting my entire life for this.

Forher.

As she soars on my cock and slowly comes back to me with her eyes flitting open, staring up at me in wonder, I can’t imagine a world without Ophelia Sanderson again.

* * *

She’sgonna kill me tonight and I’ll die a happy man.

I feel like my heart’s giving out as we collapse in a sweaty tangle—and I narrowly avoid crashing down and smothering her.

She’s so delicate under me, this tiny thing I could crush like a hummingbird. One thing I love about her is that she’s never been the slightest bit afraid of me or intimidated by my size.

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