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to life that I didn't know existed. I'd never felt this gloriously out of control. I'd never felt like I could climax from sheer anticipation alone, but I felt the pleasure building, starting at my toes and racing up my body like some wild, untamable thing. Just when I felt myself spiraling out of control, sparks of pain lit up my scalp as Xander yanked my hair and exposed my neck.
    His lips traced my fevered skin. "On your stomach."
    My limbs felt like jelly, my breaths no longer steady but needy, erotic pants. It was the sound of someone that knew that pain was coming. I wasn't afraid—I welcomed it because I knew that whatever he had planned would hurt so good.
    I laid on my stomach, splayed across his lap. I savored his touch as he swept my hair over my shoulder, my brown strands dripping to the hardwood floor. His fingertips skimmed my spine and I was glad he hadn't thrown in something impossible like 'and be still'. How could I? Every part of me was heightened, raw, and needy.
    His fingers, strong and sure and achingly skilled at making me twitch and writhe drew to my bottom. He smoothed over the globes like he was touching a piece of heaven. A fantasy come to life and finally within reach.
    “How many strikes should I give you?”
    My heart leaped and pleasure raced up my spine at the word ‘strikes’. And then I realized he meant plural. This would be no solid spank as he took me from behind; he was going to literally spank me—and he was asking me to dole out my own punishment.
    I twisted my head to the left and looked up at him the best I could. I only saw the angular line of his jaw. A flash of a smile. “Um...five.”
    “Five?” he repeated with a chuckle. “You can do better than that.”
    My face warmed and I had a feeling that my ass was next. “T-ten?”
    He caressed my left cheek, then my right. “That’s better. Here’s the thing. I think you can take more.”
    I hitched a breath. “More? I haven’t...no one has ever really...” I suddenly forgot how to speak.
    “Spanked you?” he finished. “Good. I’m glad that I get to be the first...and the last.”
    I squeezed my eyes shut as he began, one fading into two that melted into fire. Each strike edged up in bite until I felt tears pricking my eyes and balled my fists. I lost count, my ass stinging as I unleashed a moan from deep inside. The number we were on didn’t matter to me. I was consumed by the way he commanded my body, knowing just how to collide and stroke my flesh to give me pain and pleasure. To make me gyrate and beg for more.
    He lifted me like I was weightless, my body still rocking with aftershocks. He laid me on my stomach on the couch, the leather warm against my skin. His voice was low and sensual as he stroked my back. He made gentle circles, delicate swirls. “How are you feeling?”
    “I don’t know if there are words for it,” I murmured. I realized that wasn’t true. I didn’t have the perfect words to describe how elated I felt, but I had words. I just laid my check on the cushion and spoke from the heart. “I feel bone dead tired, like talking alone is draining what energy I have left, but at the same time, I still crave more of you.”
    “God, I love how insatiable you are,” he breathed hotly, his fingertips pressing into my flesh. When he skated toward my butt I tensed, but he just gently stroked me. “Don’t worry, I’m done spanking you. I have other plans. Other ways to tease you. Make you moan until you can take no more.”
    “If I’m remembering correctly, you were the one that tapped out,” I teased demurely. “So maybe I’ll make you moan until you... X-Xander ...”
    His fingers dipped inside my core, the warmth of my body, the wetness, welcoming him, beckoning him to go deeper. Exhausted? Please—I vaulted myself up like a feline stretching her muscles after a night of chasing dreams, ready for adventure.
    He hooked two fingers inside me, pulsing thrusts that I rocked back into. Just