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sensation driving through her, a powerful force.
    She could do nothing but give in to it.
    The pressure built along with the pleasure. He bent
    his head to bite at her neck, his teeth sharp. She gloried in the pain, in the sensation of him marking her. Yes, pure animal. But she was no more than that as she raked her
    nails down his back, dug in as the first wave of her

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    climax slammed into her. Her pussy was on fire, his cock pounding into her over and over. And she shattered
    beneath him, exploding with a molten rush of liquid
    heat.
    The scent of him in her nostrils, the feel of his big
    body crushing her, it was all part of it. And she was
    coming and coming. He didn't stop, even when his own
    climax made every muscle in his body go rigid. He
    twisted his hands in her hair, and the sound that came
    out of him was a guttural growl. Still he pumped into
    her, until she was weak and shivering beneath him.
    When he finally stopped, she couldn't move. Her
    arms were still around his neck, her legs wrapped
    around him. His cock was still hard inside her. His face was buried in her neck, his breath hot against her skin.
    She wanted to stay just like that forever. Never wanted him to let her go.
    At that thought, her chest tightened, and the damn
    tears wanted to start again. She bit down on her lip,
    trying to hold them back. But she couldn't do it. A sob broke through before she could prevent it.
    "Ah, damn it, Skye."

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Chapter Five

    Adam raised his head, looked into her eyes, and saw
    they were brimming with emotion as much as they were
    with tears. The sight of her like this hit him like a blow to the chest. "Skye, I don't mean it like that. I'm not angry.
    Not with you. I'm angry with myself. I should never have done this to you."
    He stroked her cheek, and she turned her face into
    his palm, closing her eyes. Skin like hot satin. His hand was wet with her tears. Shit. "This is exactly why I never should have done this."
    "I wanted you to," she whispered, her voice rough. "I begged you."
    "Still, it was my responsibility to stay in control. But I lose it when I'm with you, Skye. You just… shatter me."
    Christ, had he really said that out loud?
    He wiped at her tears with his thumbs. "I'm sorry."
    "Please don't be. Don't tell me you're sorry about any of this!"
    "Fuck," he muttered, then gathered her in his arms, and carried her into the living room. He laid her down on the sofa, draped a blanket over her, and sat next to her, naked still. His heart was hammering. Pure panic. What
    the hell was going on with him? And Christ, she was
    beautiful. He'd never seen such a purely beautiful being in his life. But right now, she looked absolutely tortured.
    His gut twisted with guilt.
    She stared up at him for a few moments. "Adam, tell me why this was so wrong. Haven't you ever slept with

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    the girls you trained before?"
    "Of course."
    "And I did say on the questionnaire you gave me
    that sexual contact was fine."
    "Yes."
    "Then why?"
    He raked a hand back over his hair once more. Keep
    it simple. "I don't get emotionally involved with the girls I train."
    "Who do you become emotionally involved with?"
    she asked, her voice quiet.
    "No one."
    "I see." She paused. "But this was sex. I wasn't asking for anything more. So why was it wrong?"
    "You weren't asking for anything more? Christ, Skye, every look you give me, every response to my touch, is
    asking for more."
    The tears started again in her big, brown eyes, and
    again guilt washed over him. "Look, I'm not saying that's wrong. It's me. I'm all wrong."
    "You feel right to me. Is that…an illusion? Maybe I made it all up, because of what…because of the things
    we're doing together. Because of the intensity."
    He had to stop and think about that. A lot of new
    submissives became attached to the people who played
    them well. But it did nothing to explain what was going on with him, why he hadn't