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stranger take control of her body.
    Pushing up on her elbow, she twisted to her side and shoved
against his shoulder to flip him on his back but he trapped her hand and turned
the momentum against her. She ended up beneath him, her arm pinned above her
head.
    She kicked with her legs in an effort to throw him off. “No!
Let me go.”
    “Yes,” he growled.
    She beat against his shoulder with her free hand, but he
smoothly caught it and imprisoned both of her arms above her head. She was
prostrated beneath him like a helpless plunder he could take apart piece by
piece. Singlehandedly he easily captured both her wrists. With his free hand,
he caressed the side of her face. It was a feather touch, meant to worship and
appease.
    Her body responded, even if her will refused. She noticed
how she molded to him from chest to thigh, how the bulge of his cock pressed
against her pelvis and sent shock waves through her clit.
    Charlotte squeezed her eyes shut and tilted her head to the
side. How could she be so weak to submit to the basest of instincts and allow
herself to become a slave of lust at the hands of some stranger she picked up
in the dining car?
    “Hey,” he called.
    She kept her eyes shut.
    Moist lips imprinted her cheek in the gentlest of kisses. “I
need you so bad I’m going to die. Please take me,” he begged hoarsely.
“Please.”
    She sought his eyes, her breath agitated by the desperate
tone of his voice and the meaning of his words. Could it be possible that he
was just as much at her mercy as she was at his? That he struggled with desire
he couldn’t control just as much as she?
    “Whatever you want, however you want it, as much as you
can—”
    Before he could finish chanting back the words she’d told
him hours earlier, she lifted her head scant inches and covered her mouth with
his in a feverish acceptance. Her thighs spread beneath him until his legs fit
between hers. The shift brought his cock right on top of her pussy. He shifted
lower, sliding the thick erection until it rested barely an inch from her
opening.
    He broke the kiss and looked at her face. The reading light
flickered on, blinding her for a moment. When she opened her eyes and found the
depth of his gaze, his expression made her want to tear at something. He seemed
caught between agony and ecstasy, looking to her for hope and mercy.
    Releasing the hold on her wrists, he took one of her arms
and guided her hand to his lips. He laid a kiss on the inside of her palm. The
reverent glow in his blue eyes uttered a sacred promise that created a flutter
in her chest.
    It felt strange suddenly to have her arms free. She didn’t
quite know what to do with them.
    “Hold my arms down,” she said.
    Before she could release a gasp, he already had her under
him as before, both of her arms imprisoned above her head by both of his. Only
this time, it felt right to be in his power. The strength of his arms excited a
desire to meet him in kind. She flexed her fists and strained to resist him so
that he would exert greater force and let her feel more of the vitality that
flexed his biceps into exquisite shape.
    Gazing down his abdomen, she wished she could slide her
fingers over the distinct six-pack that seemed to firm and relax with every
breath. The hardness of this perfect male creamed her pussy and left her
ravenous for the give and take of wild lovemaking between partners ready to
take it further than ever before, emotionally as well as physically.
    Although utterly vulnerable in his possession, Charlotte
knew that he too waited to be possessed. For a long moment, he held her gaze in
absolute stillness. His blue matched her brown. His strength covered her
softness. Between them, desire sparked then shimmered into something more.
Everything collapsed into a certainty that this was meant to be.
    They both knew when the moment ripened. They both held their
breaths when his cock slipped into her pussy as smoothly as an oar cut the
still surface