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started to come, she cried out his name. There was a sharp pain as she dug her nails into his shoulders. Mike gritted his teeth and rode out her climax, determined he’d have more than that. That she would have more.
    As she calmed, he was still hard as a damned pike, aching. Levering up on his elbows, he stared down at her. With one hand, he smoothed the sweaty braids back from her face and waited until her lashes lifted.
    When she finally looked at him, the golden topaz of her eyes gleamed with satisfaction, a soft smile curving her lips. “I like hearing you scream my name,” he whispered, rubbing his thumb across her lower lip.
    She flushed, the elegant arch of her cheekbones darkening just a little. He pulled out slowly, until just the head of his cock was inside her, and then he shoved back inside, hard and fast. Slow retreat, followed by a demanding, hungry thrust. Leandra whimpered low in her throat, that satisfied gleam slowly fading as a hungry, desperate light made her eyes begin to glow like jewels lit from within.
    Her nipples stabbed into his chest, and Mike shifted until he could take one in his mouth. Laving it with his tongue, he rocked inside her. Cupping his hand around the plump flesh of one breast, he stared down at her, at his hand on her body. “You’re so damned beautiful,” he murmured as he flicked his thumb against the deep, deep brown of her nipple. It was tight, and as he traced it with his tongue, she arched up, her hands dipping into his hair and pulling him closer.
    Her whimpers slowly became pleas, soft, demanding cries that Mike knew would haunt him. He’d go to his grave hearing the broken sound of her voice begging him to take her, to fuck her, to make her come again.
    He squeezed the taut curve of her ass, slowly spreading her cheeks and pressing the tip of his finger against her. She arched against him with a sharp scream and came.
    This time, Mike went with her, groaning hoarsely as he came deep inside her, his cock jerking and throbbing as the muscles of her pussy squeezed and caressed him through his climax. Each small contraction drew it out, and by the time she’d emptied him, his entire body was shaking.
    Collapsing against her, he rested his head between her breasts and whispered, “When I can move, we’re going to do that again.”
     
     
    AND THEY DID. THE BED BRACED HER UPPER BODY AS Leandra knelt on the floor beside it. Mike crouched behind her, pushing into her, his cock so damned hard, she felt bruised.
    And each touch only made her hotter. Every time he sank inside her, she needed more and more. Her hands tore at the sheets until she’d torn them free from the bed and they were bunched around her fists.
    Just as her climax started to tease her, he slowed his pace, spreading his hands wide over the flared curve of her hips. “Not so fast,” he murmured. “Not this time.”
    From time to time, he’d touch her ass, tracing one finger along the crevice and pressing against the tightly clenched muscles. That felt unbelievably good, those light, teasing caresses making her belly clench with need.
    Shoving back against him, she demanded weakly, “Harder—”
    He laughed. “Slower,” he insisted as he continued with slow, leisurely strokes. One hand kept her hips tilted up, holding her at an angle that had him brushing against her G-spot in the sweetest way. But he kept slowing down each time he felt her climax approach.
    “Bastard,” she hissed as he used his hold on her hip to keep her from rocking back to meet him.
    Mike just laughed, sliding his free hand around her and circling his teasing fingers around her clit, then a little lower, stroking lightly where she was stretched tight around him. “Hmmm. Yeah, I guess so. After all, I’m being damned greedy here. I don’t want you to come again, not yet. If you do, I will . . . and I don’t want to stop fucking you.” He pressed against her ass again, and this time, his fingers were wet.
    From her, Leandra