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dripping, the dark triangle at
the juncture of her thighs a beacon that made his cock jerk toward her.
    "Not.
One. More. Step," he heard himself say, though that voice wasn't his, not
the way it sounded torn from the depths of hell. "You have no idea what
I'm capable of."
    "I
need to know," she said, reaching for him. "Show me."
    He
shook his head, a last desperate attempt to hold on to control, but the moment
her fingers touched his skin, the battle was lost. His tenuous hold on sanity
snapped, and with a roar that drowned out the storm, he spun her around, bent
her roughly over the back of the stained orange sofa.
    The
whirring in his head spun faster. The howling wind outside picked up speed. He
grasped his cock, engorged to the point of agony, and thrust inside Haley's
waiting sex. She cried out, and dear God, he hoped it wasn't in pain because he
couldn't stop.
    Gripping
her hips with trembling fingers, he pounded into her, each thrust pushing her
and the couch forward. Her pulsing walls sucked him deep, squeezed him so hard
that his concentration centered only on the place where their bodies joined.
    Son
of a bitch, she felt good. Hot and silky and tight.
    He
looked down at his shaft, glistening with her juices, as he drove into her.
Riveted by the sight of their mating, he trailed his thumb across her firm
bottom and then spread her wide with his fingers. Lightning spanked her pale
ass cheeks as he skimmed a finger along her crevice, circling her opening,
making her squirm and moan.
    "Remy…
She arched her back, taking his thrusts even deeper, testing his control.
Normally he'd orgasm quickly and end the storm and the danger that came with
it, but this was different, Haley was different, and he ground his teeth until
he thought one would crack. He needed to do this right. He needed to taste her,
needed every part of their bodies to meld.
    With
a growl, he bent over her, positioned his mouth against the gentle slope of her
shoulder. He couldn't help but bite into the soft skin and hear her whimpers of
pleasure when he didn't let go.
    Every
muscle screamed as he drove into her. Thunder shook the house, sent shock waves
up his legs and into his balls, which slapped against her soaked lips.
    "Harder,"
Haley cried hoarsely, and he couldn't believe she wanted more, not when every
other woman he'd been with had begged him to ease up long before he'd made it
to this point.
    She
reached between her legs, used two fingers to stroke his sac, and he knew he
wanted more too, wanted to see her eyes when she came.
    He
grunted as he pulled out of her, and he didn't need to spin her around this
time. She turned, thrust a leg between his to hook his calf and pull him down
to the floor with her. They dropped heavily, and he barely had time to twist
his body to take the brunt of the impact.
    Somehow,
he kicked off his flip-flops and stripped out of his pants, and then she was
all over him, legs spread and wrapped around him. Strong legs that hugged him
firmly around the waist and wouldn't let go.
    He'd
stopped thinking the second she'd touched him a moment ago. Now, sunk deep
inside Haley's body, her center slick from orgasm but still tight enough to
cause her to gasp, thoughts were starting to come through, thoughts about how
she wasn't the least bit afraid.
    And
she was holding him, her arms wrapped around his shoulders, her eyes focused on
his and dark with pleasure.
    He'd
been murmuring things to her, words, phrases in Cajun French, and somehow she
was answering him, telling him she loved it.
    "You
like this," he murmured. "Like my cock buried deep inside you."
    "Mmm,
yes."
    "Fucking
you so hard you don't have any control," he said, pushing his palms
against the floor for support; his knees scraped the old wood, and he didn't
care because he was so deep in the rut.
    She
was still clutching him like he was more than just a screw, stroking his back,
kissing his neck while she kept pace with the rocking he couldn't stop,
matching him