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across his lap to magnify his thrusts inside her. He’d beat the spell.
    “Can you feel me inside you?” He stroked her clit with his thumb. She smiled with her eyes closed. “That’s it, sweetheart. Want to ride me? Want me to fuck you?” Her eyelids flickered, once, twice, three times before they unlocked her golden eyes. His quickly hardening cock slowed her pulse.
    “Ah, Glitterbug.” Relief washed over him as she rushed into him. “You scared the fuck out of me.” Soft moans fell from her sweet lips. Her hips rocked, her legs spread even farther apart. She tossed her head from side to side.
    “Thank you,” she whispered against his jaw. “Thank you.”
    His fingers dug into her hips. He controlled her body, making her perform for him. Her untamed gyrations slowed and halted. She threw her head back as spasms of her contractions strummed along his cock. Just fucking beautiful.
    He daren’t come, not yet. The blazing heat in her body cooled off a minute degree but not enough to keep her pacified. She skipped the afterglow of her climax. A sly grin played across her lips. She bulldozed him away from her, flipped onto her hands and knees, tossed her hair out of her face and turned her head to look at him.
    “Again.”
    He lost his mind at the sight of her upturned ass, her pussy lips all thick, wet and swollen staring at him. He pounded into her.
    “Yes,” she cried. “Fuck my pussy with your big cock. Yes, like that.” He grinned at the thought that she’d deny saying any of that if he reminded her later on.
    He recycled his energy, forcing into her with hammering motions, bruising her hips with his hands. He held his breath, fighting not to shoot his cum inside her. But he couldn’t hold on much longer, felt himself on the brink of coming. With one profound bellow of strength, he drove himself hilt deep inside her, roaring with agony and pleasure as a powerful stream of orgasm rocked her body and clenched around him. He tangled his hands in her hair, pulled her face around so he could see her eyes and shattered inside her.
    He rolled onto his back. The potency of his orgasm left him lightheaded, weak, yet more alive than he’d ever felt before. But more than that, he brought her back from wherever the hell she went. Scariest moment of his life, yet he had faced killer weapons on a daily basis.
     
    Michelle rose from the bed, quickly gathered the sheet around her nakedness and scurried to the other end of her room. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes but she refused to let them fall.
    “You okay?”
    “I’m fine, thank you.” She tightened the sheet around her trembling body.
    “You weren’t fine minutes ago. Did you even know how fast your pulse was racing? I thought you’d die, Michelle. What kind of a spell did your aunts use on you?”
    She turned to face him. “I can’t remember any of that.”
    Did he know how hard she tried to maintain a life where she could hold her head up high even though her aunts could be caught cackling at midnight down by the river? And then everything to come down upon her head in this way, with him of all people?
    He rose from the bed. She didn’t need to be bewitched to appreciate the stunning beauty of his naked body as he strode toward her. Tight planes, hard curves, old scars. His muscles long and liquid but powerful and solid. She couldn’t miss the scratch marks she’d left on his face and chest. She swallowed the guilt at having physically hurt him. How had her day launched into such utter madness and how cruel Sebastian Gray witnessed every crazy scene. Whatever memory-swiping spell her aunts came up with, she planned on taking it twice. How else could she sleep in her bed every night and not remember Sebastian in it?
    She backtracked. He followed her. “Please, don’t you come any closer.” She turned her back on him and rummaged through her drawers for clothes she’d wear after she had showered.
    “I think your aunts’ spell went from fun