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against her back,
and thrust into her.
    Full, so full, every bit of her stretched
tight and aching. Kelsey squeezed her eyes shut and panted for
breath. “I’d let you,” she babbled helplessly. “Anything you
want.”
    Hot breath skated over wet skin. He licked
her earlobe and groaned. “No promises now. I can feel you, tight
and hot. Shaking right apart. Not fair to ask for promises.”
    None of it was fair, and it didn’t matter.
He could melt, and she could scream as loud as she wanted. The
night was one big fantasy, them included, and the thing that shoved
her in a headlong rush toward orgasm was the possibility of another
smile, a spontaneous kiss on the corner of her mouth.
    A guttural growl escaped him as his hips
snapped forward. “That’s right,” he rasped, his voice cracking like
too-thin ice on a pond. “Come all over me. Let me feel it.”
    Christ, a little more of
that and she wouldn’t just be coming, she’d be unconscious. “Gods,
right there. Fuck. ”
    His teeth closed on her shoulder, rough and
possessive, and his next thrust seemed unsteady. Wild, as out of
control as his hungry, helpless growls.
    Kelsey opened her eyes. Her gaze found the
mirror on the opposite wall, but she barely recognized either of
them. Her skin was flushed, her wet hair tangled and dripping. But
Cain—
    Cain.
    Not frozen anymore, not even melted. He was
burning, muscles and tendons standing out in stark relief as he
hurtled toward release. It sent a bolt of longing through her, one
that collided with a gentle pulse from the toy in her ass and one
hard, desperate thrust of his cock.
    Oh. Oh.
    Tension swirled tighter, held her in its
grip for one agonizing second before exploding, taking her along
with it. She screamed and remembered thinking she shouldn’t, or
maybe it didn’t matter. Soundproofing, surely all the rooms had it,
or else her cries would have already brought people running...
    Swells, swells of absolute
fucking ecstasy ,
one of the few words her muddled, useless brain could evoke, along
with Cain and yes .
    Yes, yes, yes.
    He drove into her one last time and froze
there, his face caught in an expression of slack relief. Her name
rasped out of him, low, loving, and he rocked against her again
with a shudder. “You’re coming so sweet on my cock that I could
fuck myself hard again and do it all over.”
    She could barely move, much less come again.
“Have a little mercy,” she managed to whisper.
    “ On us both.” He dropped
his head to her shoulder and exhaled slowly. “Are you all
right?”
    “ No.” She had no bones
left, and no control of her own body. “Get me out of here before I
drown.”
    He did, leaving the enchanted accessories
behind as he wrapped her in a towel and shrugged into a robe. In
the other room, he tumbled them both onto the bed with an utter
lack of respect for what their tangled, wet hair would do to the
sinfully expensive pillow cases.
    When they were settled together, he stroked
a hand over her back and kissed her forehead. “Better?”
    “ Better.” A tragic
understatement. “No promises is probably a good idea, but fuck it.
The rules don’t apply to us, right?”
    “ Prudence would dictate we
exchange some information before we move in together. I’m sure in a day or
two I’ll be feeling prudent again, unless we repeat this adventure.
In which case I suppose it doesn’t matter.”
    Kelsey propped her head up
on one arm. “Who said anything about moving in together? You’re hot
and I like you, and that dictates that I at least get your
number.”
    His large hand tightened on her hip. “It
seems more civilized than me luring you into my lair and keeping
you there with chains and orgasms.”
    A lock of hair had fallen over his forehead,
and she smoothed it back. “I think I like you for more than your
orgasms, awesome as they are.”
    “ Even knowing what I do?”
His voice sobered slightly. “Most women don’t want to date
death.”
    Easy for her to