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of her slowly, so slowly she thought she could feel the emptiness in her womb that he left behind. He held himself at her opening, the big head of his penis stretching her; but if he pulled back even a touch more, he’d leave her body.
    No!
    She instinctively rebelled at the thought.
    She freed her mouth, placed her lips against his ear. “Don’t leave me,” she whispered and felt him jolt, as if in shock.
    â€œGod, no,” he muttered, lifting his head. His eyes were slitted, only a shard of ice blue showing. They were both trembling, panting. He moved back into her, just a little. God, he’d somehow become even larger. “Does that feel like I can leave you?”
    She stared into his eyes, aware of him over every inch of her body. Cheeks flushed, face grim, he looked as if he were almost in pain. She felt the same way. They were barely making love and it was the most intense experience of her life. He pressed forward just a little and her vagina clenched hard.
    She shook, on the very edge of orgasm.
    â€œJesus.” Jon closed his eyes, then opened them again, staring into hers. His jaw clenched so hard she could hear his teeth grinding. “I need to move fast now,” he panted. “Is that okay?”
    Those words, and the image they evoked, set her off. She clenched around him, arching her neck back, breath leaving her lungs in a burst.
    â€œI’ll take that as a yes,” he said, moving hard and fast inside her.

Chapter 3
    Eyes closed, Sophie drifted. She was wiped out, completely depleted. Every cell lax, ripe with pleasure, a pleasure she thought had left the world. Apparently not. Apparently there were small pockets of mind-blowing pleasure still around.
    And the source of one was lying on top of her, heavy as an elephant.
    A tap on her cheek. Her eyes fluttered, but she couldn’t open them. Too much effort . . . she drifted again.
    Another tap. Annoying. “Sophie,” a deep voice commanded. “Open those beautiful eyes.”
    â€œMmm.” She tried to breathe in but he was so heavy he was bending her ribs. But still, it was a wonderful sensation. A heavy male body, brimming with heat and life. Her arms tightened around him, then slid away as he lifted himself up off her, resting on his forearms.
    â€œSophie!” It was a barked command, in a voice used to command.
    Her eyes popped open.
    â€œGod.” His own eyes closed for a second, then opened again, narrow and intense. Was he—was he angry? “Don’t do that to me.”
    â€œWhat? Do what?” Her senses were muddled. How could she think when that intense icy gaze was locked on her? When she was held in a cage between incredibly brawny arms? She had good peripheral vision and those arms alone were worthy of contemplation. Not huge hunks of meat like body builders’ or wrestlers’ but rather long lean supertoned and tanned muscle. Big raised veins that you had to build to carry oxygen to all that brawn. The ceiling light picked out the blond hairs on his forearms, thick and wiry. She could feel the strength of the hands holding her head. He wasn’t using his strength in any way against her, no. She felt safe and protected. But the power in those hands somehow seeped through skin and bone, perceived as an elemental force with just the lightest of touches.
    â€œDisappear.”
    She blinked. “I disappeared?”
    She most certainly had not. If anything, she was pinned, like a butterfly, to her hardwood floor. His weight on her from the waist down, long strong legs next to hers, taut abdominals right on top of hers. His torso was held away, but those large hands curling around her head ensured she couldn’t move, couldn’t even breathe without him knowing about it.
    And, of course, he was still inside her. Talk about being pinned.
    Sophie squirmed a little, just enough to make the point that she couldn’t go anywhere, not with him on top of