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knee. Meeting her gaze, he
winked as he bent his head to her mons and inhaled deeply. His eyes
grew heavy. The bruise on his cheek only made him look more
roguish.
    "Ah, siren, I love the way you smell.
And such a pretty little pussy. You knew a man would be seeing this
trim job, didn't you? Just a trail of sweet red curls, leading
straight to heaven."
    He was looking at her with careful
attention to detail. This time her blush suffused her entire body,
from head to toe, but it was accompanied by another deep thrill of
pleasure. Having him look at her there was intensely embarrassing
and yet incredibly arousing.
    When she felt his tongue on her, Rose
cried out. She couldn't help it. He knew exactly what to do, where
to lavish it like a silken whip, how to delve it deep between his
fingers, holding her spread open for his enjoyment.
    " Oh. You shouldn't. But—please don't
stop," she begged him, spearing her fingers into his hair so he
would not cease that velvet caress. "I'm … oh, I'm coming again, I
am!"
    He chuckled deep in his throat, but he
didn't stop licking her.
    Rose came, another toe-curling
implosion of pleasure, even though she'd never come more than once
before. Somehow, it did not surprise her, because it was this man.
He'd had her at first look—this was the culmination.
    He waited until she was finished,
languorous and breathless, lying there with her arms and legs open
for him to look at. Then he sat back on his heels and reached over
his head with one arm to strip off his shirt. His shoulders were
heavy with muscle, his biceps defined, and his chest was a broad
plain, spangled with dark hair that she wanted to bury her nose in,
run her fingers through.
    "Now," he said as he shoved his pants
down and levered himself out of them. "You've my promise. And
you've had your pleasure—twice. Will you have my cock as well,
Rose?"
    She looked up at him, kneeling between
her thighs, one hand stroking his cock, which thrust out from his
lean hips, flushed with arousal, huge and as dangerous as the laser
gun on the bed stand.
    He would probably hurt her, as big as
he was, and she certainly couldn't come a third time. But she
wanted to please him as he had her—wanted to hear him groan as he
found his pleasure, wanted to experience the fullness of her
fantasies starring him. She held up her arms to him.
    "You've your vaccinations?" he
demanded. "All of them?'
    Rose nodded. She'd been vaccinated
against unwanted pregnancy and sexually transmitted infections, and
she made sure she had her yearly booster shots.
    "Clever girl." He came down to
her.
    Holding him naked in her arms was the
best of all, she discovered, shivering with delight. He was hot,
hard and a delicious male combination of smooth and hairy. He
weighed her into the bed like a downed tree and she loved it. A
deep shudder ran through him as she pulled him close, sliding her
hands around his sleek flanks to stroke his hard ass. He leaned up
on his elbows and framed her face with his big hands.
    "Now, you'll take me, won't you? You'll
let me fuck you the way I want to."
    She opened her eyes, and let him see
her surrender, that this was no longer about getting information.
That she wanted to be his—at least for this one night.
"Yes."
    "I'll go slow," he promised.
    And he did, although she could feel how
it cost him. His taut muscles trembled, his skin dampened even more
as he forged carefully into her. She sucked in her breath as his
true size became apparent, stretching her channel to the utmost.
But when he was deep inside her, she realized being filled so
completely was the most wonderful sensation she'd ever experienced.
And he was ruining her for all other men.
    She didn't realize she was mumbling
aloud until he threw back his head and laughed.
    "Ah, siren, you undo me."
    He began to move inside her,
inexorably, pulling out to thrust back in again and again and again
… until Rose realized with astonishment her two earlier orgasms
were only the prelude