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Her orgasm tackled her, burned through her blood.

She emitted a scream, cried out his name, and dug her nails into his skin, she was sure she saw God, just for that brief moment, she was sure she saw him smiling.

Total sexual religious experience.

Months and minutes later when she floated back into her body, Rider was still moving, still so deeply into their sex, grunting by her ear, moving in such a way that was desperate and needy she couldn't help but be awed by the look on his face.

He was close enough she felt his breath flitter over her face, see the flecks in his blue eyes.

With strong capable hands holding her hips their bodies slapped together, wet gorgeous noises of his cock sliding home and retreating. She buried her face in his sweat-sheened throat, whispered his name.

It became a whole new experience to witness Rider go through his climax, caught in his mesmerizing web watching the hard lines of his chest, and listening to his throaty groans.

No man had ever been so beautiful in the grip of his orgasm.

He bucked so desperately deeper she felt him reach into her belly, she widened her legs, braced her feet and enjoyed the joining.

Hard.Harder. He went on.

Despite the brutality of it, she’d never felt so worshiped before. Two long kicks of his hips, he cursed languidly, his head reared down to crash their lips together and she felt his pleasure let loose inside her.

She’d never come so much, ever.

All Rider’s doing, how long had it been now? If she could move she’d definitely glance to her left to check the time, as it was, her brain didn’t want to cooperate past enjoying the flicker spasms deep inside as they began to wane off into the distance.

Zara wanted to stretch like a great cat. “Jesus Christ,” she muttered almost in a daze.

The scent of sex surrounding her.

“Said you were a liar didn’t I, baby?” He’d rolled out of bed to deal with the condom, crawling back he got up close and personal with her. “Four more orgasms I got out of you. Fuckin’ beautiful every last one of ‘em. I need ten minutes then I’m gonna do it all again. Get over here so I can hold you close.”

“Again?” she squeaked, her head rearing up she almost headbutted Rider. His eyes were laughing “But we…” he could go again?Really?

Oh. She’d die smiling.

Oh… An outlaw with stamina. Yep, she thought, definitely patenting that magic somehow.

Okay, ten minutes then.

She wriggled excitedly. Rested her fingers on his lower abdomen. Stroking.

Clock watching.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

“I’m enjoying shattering your will, sweet love.” – Hades

"What have I told you about my coffee, sweet love?" the voice was a dangerously low rumble that caused Zara to quake from the inside out. She knew that voice well, the calm before the storm, even if Hades rarely raised that voice, his violent temper would erupt nonetheless if she wasn't careful.

So careful.

She paused in the doorway, a deer caught. Inching back, she turned to face him. What had she done to deserve that tone today? Like a madman needed a reason, there was no logic here and she was wasting her time as she raced back in her thoughts, cataloging everything in the last twelve hours.

Chores. Done. Meals. Done.

She'd served beers and chips to those pigs until they'd grown drunker and fatter by the minute while they watched the game, all those dirty hands pawing and groping at her as she walked by, as for what she'd done in this very room four hours ago on her knees, her belly clutched.

She couldn't think what was wrong.

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