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fingers dug into her flesh, yet she wanted him to hold her tighter. He plunged over and over, dragging his hard cock along her sensitive inner walls, yet she wanted him to fuck her harder. She stared at his beautiful face and saw the tension building there. His eyes closed, a near-grimace tightening his features.
    He picked up the pace, thrusting faster and with even more force. The angle at which he was holding her hips let his cock rub up against that most sensitive spot within her. When the deep spasms started to overtake her, she was taken by surprise. She clenched around him and he shouted out as he came, still plunging into her, deep and hard.
    Then he collapsed on top of her, his head resting between her breasts. He must have been able to hear her heart galloping in her chest. He pressed a soft kiss onto the side of her breast and she melted a little into the cushions.
    Her arms were crushed beneath her, though. Her shoulders screamed and her butt burned. She didn’t want to say anything, but a groan escaped her lips anyway. Paolo pushed off her and she was immediately cold. After he disposed of the condom, he grasped her shoulders and lifted her to her feet. As she struggled again to balance in her heels on shaky legs, he drew her into his arms. He was so warm and strong and male, she sighed as she leaned against him.
    “I’m so sorry,” he said as he brushed his lips along her ear. “I should have thought about your arms before falling on you with all my weight.”
    “I’m fine.” She took in a deep breath. Mmm, he smelled good. Had he put on the exotic cologne to confuse her? It may have worked for a while, but now she could detect his unique scent beneath the cologne. He’d never fool her again.
    Not that she would ever see him again. Or touch him. Or smell him ever again. She held back a sigh.
    “Can you stand now?” She nodded and he released her. She missed his warmth, his strong arms around her. He turned her around and quickly uncuffed her wrists. Her stiff arms flopped to her sides. He rubbed her shoulders and arms before turning her to face him once again.
    “You were magnificent as you gave yourself fully to me. I am so honored that you gave me your trust along with your control.” He speared his fingers through her hair and pulled her in for a hard, passionate kiss. She parted her lips for him and drank him in, trying to memorize his taste. After he lifted his lips from hers, he combed out her hair around her shoulders. “Your hair is the color of a majestic sunset, all those incredible shades of red and gold. I would love to paint its fire someday.”
    “You paint?” Why was it so hard to picture him outside these walls?
    He shrugged. “I have many interests besides tying up beautiful women.” He studied her, as if wondering what she was thinking. As if he was wondering who she was when she wasn’t someone’s plaything.
    She was suddenly nervous. This was too strange a conversation to be having with a naked man she was never going to see again. An incredibly sexy, naked man who’d just given her the most intense orgasms of her life. Who treated her as if she was someone special. She couldn’t get used to something she would never have again.
    It was time to say thanks, grab her clothes and walk away. Did she tell him her bondage experience was more than she ever hoped? That it would always be a special memory? That it was because she had been his plaything?
    She couldn’t tell him that. Maybe he did this all the time. He probably tested out all the new playthings.
    He brushed his fingers along her cheek. “Thank you,” he said, surprising her again.
    “I should be the one saying that,” she replied. “For bringing my fantasy to life.” She looked around for her clothing. “I…um, I should get out of here. I’m sure you have someone else waiting for the room.”
    “No. No one. Not tonight.” He touched her again, lightly, on her arm. “I hope I wasn’t too rough. I tried