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sharp breath and ran a hand down my stomach, his fingers skimming the lace as he leaned down and took one nipple into his mouth, and then the other, licking and teasing them into tight buds. Leaving my breasts, he kissed and bit his way down the center of my chest and stomach, then reached down with his other hand to pull my underwear off, tossing it down next to his shirt.
    His kisses grew rougher and fiercer as he made his way along my inner thigh, lingered right above my ache without touching me, and trailed a path of kisses to the other. Then he did it again. And again. Almost like he was punishing me by purposefully depriving me of him. The next time he paused at my throbbing center, I wove my fingers into his dark hair and lifted myself up to his mouth. His tongue flicked out and licked me. Once. Twice. Three times. Then he lowered himself down, took me into his warm, wet mouth, and sucked.
    And I became completely lost, totally absorbed by him. The rhythmic feel of his mouth on my clit sent electric bursts spreading out from my core, building up to a feverish charge that pulsed through my body. I was almost at the moment of bursting into flames when he pulled his mouth away, leaving me a raw, writhing mess, aching with so much want.
    I looked up at him, pleading with my eyes for the release only he could give, but he’d gotten off the bed to pull a condom out of the bedside table. He slid out of his shorts, his erection so strained and huge it caused a whole new throb within me. Every muscle on his body was its own masterful work of art, so beautifully sculpted he almost seemed unreal. As unreal as what was happening right now in this room.
    A small sigh of relief escaped me when he returned to my side. I didn’t want to be separated from him. Ever again. Dare was my answer to a three-year-long call, a fire that ignited feelings and emotions after a lifetime of cold, harsh nothingness. He wreaked havoc on my body, but soothed my mind and healed my soul.
    I needed him. So fucking badly. And I wanted to make sure he knew it.
    Before he had a chance to unwrap the condom, I reached for him, filling my hands with his hardness, running my lips over the hot, smooth velvet of his skin. Even in the dimness I could see his eyes flash dangerously, but he didn’t resist, allowed me to slide my tongue over him and take him into my mouth.
    God, I’d forgotten how good he felt, how perfect he was.
    I took him deeper into me, all the while keeping my gaze locked on his. His jaw tightened and his hands fisted at his sides as if trying to resist the urge to grip my hair and agitate the bump on my head. I rewarded his concern by licking and sucking faster, taking in as much of him as I could. His head fell back and he groaned, his hips starting to move with me.
    But then he stopped suddenly, gripped my shoulders, digging his fingers in, and pushed me back onto the pillows.
    My heart sank at the brutality, feeling the rejection to the depth of my soul until I heard the sound of ripping foil. One glance at Dare erased every worry and kicked my pulse up ten notches. He’d opened the condom packet with his teeth and rolled it on. Before I had a chance to make a move, he spread my legs wide and buried his hard length in me without hesitation. I cried out from both the pleasure and pain of being this close, this tight, this full of Dare.
    He took hold of my hips with both hands and thrust into me over and over again, like a man possessed by need, completely out of control. I gasped at the feel of him, so hard and hot and deep inside of me.
    Rolling his hips he pumped slowly once, twice, then groaned and began moving faster and harder like he couldn’t help his need for me, like he was functioning on raw, primal instinct. His eyes burned into me as he took me higher and higher, increasing the intensity of his movements.
    It was almost as if all the caged emotions he held behind that deep, fathomless gaze erupted and engulfed him, shooting