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Which was this. Take him, deep, and fall apart on command.

Until finally, as she crested one more time, he went with her.

And when he shouted out his pleasure, she felt him scalding her from the inside, and that made her own climax the most intense yet.

Then he stayed there, pressing her down into the bed, giving her the full weight of his broad chest, and she found that she loved it. And she could still feel him, lodged deep inside her, and the heat of it all made her feel like some kind of wild animal.

Cesca was fully aware that she’d never experienced anything like this before in her life.

Saviero hadn’t been kidding when he’d told her that she needed to do nothing at all. And if she hadn’t just experienced it, she never would have believed it. She was used to performances. To the fun that came with putting on a little show.

This was raw. Intense. Calling it sex like it had anything in common with anything else she’d ever done offended her, deeply.

Nothing could ever compare with what he’d just done to her. It was impossible.

When he shifted, and lifted himself up so he could look at her again, she had the distinct urge to look away. Yet when she did, he pulled her face back to his with his hand at her jaw.

For a long moment, all he did was study her, and she got the impression that he was truly studying her. Analyzing every last shred of emotion and reaction and anything else on her face or in her eyes.

Cesca had never felt so naked in her entire life.

And then he made it worse.

Because he kissed her, long and slow, and started it up all over again.

Only this time, he was already inside her. This time, he kissed her with a raw hunger that made her whole body light up all over again. He rolled with her, moving her across the bed until she was splayed on top of him. Straddling him.

He moved his hands to tangle in her hair and he held her face close to his, so he could kiss her again and again and she could do nothing at all but kiss him back.

She couldn’t pull away. She couldn’t change the depth or the heat. She couldn’t do anything at all, but let him kiss her silly. Let him teach her things she didn’t know about her own capacity. Her own body. Her own soul.

And when she went to squirm off him, he held her there, anchoring her body to his with his hand on her lower back. Then he kept her there as slowly, inexorably, she felt him thicken inside her.

It was impossible. She knew it was impossible and yet she felt it as it happened.

As he kept his mouth on hers and he teased her with his tongue, his teeth. As he hardened inside her, and then began to move her against him.

When she tried to move her hips of her own accord, both of his hands went to stop her, and she found herself panting there, against his mouth.

Saviero didn’t say anything, he simply took control.

He held her hips where he wanted them, with one hand gripping her ass. The other stayed higher on her waist, until he felt her surrender.

She felt it, too. She felt herself simply give herself to him.

Saviero’s other hand crept up the length of her back and found her hair again. And then it was a double assault. His tongue in her mouth, his cock deep inside her, as he moved her on top of him. And he was so strong that all she had to do was float there as he moved her where he wanted her. Taking. Receiving.

Surrendering.

And this time, when she started that chain reaction of one climax burning into the next, she found herself sobbing against his mouth.

He moved to kiss away her tears, but he didn’t stop lifting her and letting her fall, riding him exactly the way he wanted her to.

When he finally released himself deep inside her once more, she felt as if she was entirely turned inside out. Raw straight through.

She wanted to scream at him. She wanted to run. She wanted to do something to wrap some layer of protection around her again, to protect herself from all of this. Because it seemed impossible to her that she could live like this.

All of her skin flayed off, and everything inside her visible to everyone—