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Jude pushed his nose into my nape, suckling my ear as I shattered beneath him.

Then he sunk deep into me, thighs quaking, bucking as his bliss hit hard.

‘Fucckk,’ Jude groaned into me, ‘So good, so fuckin’ good.’

The shock in his growl at how blissful we were together only lit me up more as I shook beneath him, cresting the highest orgasm I’d ever experienced.

When I surfaced from the haze of pleasure, his face remained buried in my neck, his rib cage heaving over mine, my ankles crossed behind his back.

Nothing in my life had ever reached that peak of ecstasy.

I shuddered under him for what seemed like ages.

My skin tingled all over as his lips glided over me, his hands stroking me, sending mini orgasms arcing through me.

Finally, he lifted his head, his eyes searching my depths.

‘You doing OK?’ he asked, his timbre a rough rumble. ‘Did I hurt you?’

I shook my head, my throat tight. ‘Not at all.’

I was past OK; I was flying, my head spinning.

A flood of feelings rushed into my heart, and I blinked to hold back the tears.

He stared down at me, his jaw tightening before he cursed under his breath.

His face iced over, the warmth evaporating as he pulled off me.

I trembled at the loss of his heat and scorching, hard cock.

He sat on the edge of the mattress, his chest heaving as if dealing with an intense rush of wild emotion.

He turned to me, chest heaving.

‘ I’m not sure we should have -.’

I spoke over him.

‘I should have stopped it.’

But I was helpless to.

He gave me a wry quirk of his lips.

‘Not sure if it’s wise -.’

‘No, we won’t do it again.’

Our words tumbled over each other.

With a huff, he rose and retreated into the ensuite bathroom.

I lay there staring at the ceiling, shivering in the sudden cold.

I jolted when he tracked back into the room, naked and unbothered by his lack of clothes.

He held a steaming, hot cloth in his hand.