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his invasion made her throw back her head in abandon.
    His hands gripped her thighs and she lifted her knees to his waist. Sophie crossed her arms at the back of his strong neck, thrusting upward, demanding he give her more.
    Her body went haywire as he drove hard and deep. Alternating speed, he thrust very, very fast and then frustratingly slow, withdrawing to the tip and then plunging to the hilt. But no matter the speed, he felt so good. Unbelievably good.
    “Damn, you feel incredible,” he whispered as he fucked her.
    He shifted an ankle onto his shoulder and she bore the slight discomfort to take him even deeper at that new angle. He squeezed her breast and pulled it into his mouth to suck on the hard bud of a nipple. Sophie gripped his rock-hard body tight, her hands smoothing over the rippling muscles beneath his skin.
    His mouth was on her breast, her leg around his neck, and his body driving, driving into hers with each insistent rock of his hips.
    The ache between her thighs grew tighter and tighter until the pressure built and she splintered, shattering as he hit it just right. Her muscles pulsed around him as wave after wave of pleasure lashed along her nerves.
    “That’s it, sweetheart. Come on this cock.” His tongue rubbed her stinging nipple.
    The words…his tongue…the constant drive of his body into hers…
    Another orgasm blasted through her, and Sophie gasped and cried out. Multiples. That rare, elusive unicorn.
    Her second climax seemed to undo him. His hips lost their rhythm and he unleashed a litany of curse words against her chest.
    In the aftermath, all she could think was that it was insane, this type of bliss. Mind-numbing. Sending her emotions careening out of control and her body trembling until it literally ached from the intense pleasure.
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    Watching Ransom come back into the room, Sophie pulled the sheet over her exposed breasts. The soft cotton felt like sandpaper against her humming body.
    He climbed into the bed, a glint brightening his eyes. “Were you satisfied?” he asked.
    As if he didn’t know. “Are you asking because you want a pat on the back or because you’re concerned about my satisfaction?”
    Ransom smirked, the twin dimples sinking deep into his cheeks. “Both.”
    He eased the sheet lower on her waist, and her nipples pebbled under the exposure.
    “You’re so responsive,” he said, flattening his hand over her ribs, right below her breasts.
    Sophie swallowed, moving a little restlessly in response to his touch. She’d never been like this with other men. Ransom seemed to have some kind of erotic hold over her.
    He gently kissed her arm. “It’ll be daylight soon, and we should get some rest, but…” He covered one breast with his hand and her restless movements intensified. She gasped when she felt his hardening penis bump her outer thigh. “I want you again.”
    “Again?” she whispered. She wanted him, too. Sleep was the last thing on her mind.
    “Mhmm.”
    While he nibbled on her neck and ear, he eased her onto her stomach.
    Oh god. Her favorite position. She was already wet and getting wetter by the second.
    Ransom reached for a condom and tested her readiness with a sweep of his hand between her thighs. “On your hands and knees,” he instructed in a thick voice.
    Quivering with anticipation, Sophie sank her hands and knees into the mattress and lifted her ass toward him.
    He swept her hair away from her nape and sank his teeth into her neck. She curled her body back, lifting her bottom into the hardness of his length. One hand on her hip yanked her even tighter against him, and he mashed her breasts together with one hand while thrusting hard against her ass.
    “What are you doing to me?” she whispered.
    She reached back for him, her body quaking beneath the strength of his.
    “Giving you what you deserve.” Ransom shoved into her.
    Sophie could no longer stand the combination of sensations. The rough handling and layers of sexual