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He slaps my pussy again, and this time, the sensation is amplified tenfold because his cock is stretching me wide, filling every inch of me.
Then his hand is back, rough and desperate, strumming my clit in messy, perfect strokes, exactly what I need.
I was in danger of tipping from oversensitive to numb, and he knows it—knows exactly how to pull me back, how to rip me apart and put me back together in the same stroke.
Then he slams his palm down on my clit while he fucks me—really fucks me—his entire hand massaging my pussy down to where it meets his sawing cock, like he's hell-bent on dragging every last ounce of pleasure out of me.
White light bursts behind my eyes, so blinding, so obliterating, I think I might be dying. I scream, high-pitched and wordless, a sound so raw only animals could hear it.
I know nothing.
There is only this.
This blinding, earth-shattering pleasure, tearing through me and splitting me apart.
Behind it, something even bigger, rising like the fucking sun cresting over the horizon.
I am alive.
I amhere.
My body is electric.
I amhere.
And Donny is right here with me, his fingers locking with mine, his body wrapped around me, holding me, keeping me tethered in the aftershock.
For one brief second, I believe him.
Maybe I'm not alone anymore.
Maybe we really could be in this together.
I gasp out a ragged cry, wanting to disbelieve it, wanting to pull away from the hope curling warm and soft inside me?—
But then Donny cradles me in his arms, and I realize—he came too.
That moment. That crest. That fucking dawn.
We met it together.
FUCK.
Did he just sex-magic me?
My entire body wilts, boneless and ruined.
I think he just sex-magic'd me?—
When the fuck can we do it again?
FOURTEEN
The Week Before Christmas
DOMHNALL
The suit is perfect—Armani,tailored within an inch of its life, so black it seems to absorb light from the room. I adjust the cuffs, checking myself in the mirror as I slip gold cufflinks through the holes. The reflection staring back at me is polished and powerful.
