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on my skin. My fingers went to the side of his face. His lips nuzzled mine gently, then he tilted his head the other way and kissed me again, very slowly. His mouth pulled away and lingered, then it descended once more, even softer, relishing every part of my lips. His tongue finally found mine, but then he trapped my bottom lip in his teeth.
    “Oh—”
    “You good for another go?” he whispered.
    “Hmm.” I rubbed the back of one of his long legs with my foot and savored the sensation of his body pressed against mine.
    “That a yes or a no?” he asked. His warm mouth nuzzled my throat, his tongue flicked at my skin.
    “Yes, yes,” I said, and he only chuckled. The sound of it deep in his chest only turned me on more without a trace of shame.
    “Let me get rid of this condom first,” he said and pushed himself up. I sighed and stretched out. He licked my navel, and I let out a laugh. He peeled the used rubber off himself and tossed it in the wastebasket between the bed and the table. He quickly found another packet and ripped it open. A very motivating sound in my current state.
    “Let me do it,” I said. I suddenly needed to touch his hardness, to feel it, to feel him. I sat up. Miller’s face was partly visible in the shadows. He pressed the condom into my shaky hand.
    My fingers skimmed over his tense abs and wrapped around his cock. It was thick, warm, and slick with his release. My fingers stroked its hard length, and I bent over and licked around the crown. I took his thickness in my mouth and sucked from base to tip. Miller’s fingers dug through my hair, and he raised his hips higher. He hissed in air. My body jerked at the illicit sound.
    “Babe, stop,” he murmured. “I want to fuck you now, want to come inside you.” His fingers found a nipple and squeezed, then released it just as quickly. A blaze of heat spiked through me. I slid the condom over his shaft and smoothed it firmly down his length.
    His hand squeezed my shoulder; he pushed me back against the mattress. My eyes lifted to his searing gaze. There was hunger in those dark orbs and a steely ruthlessness. His mouth sank in between my legs, and I let out a deep moan.
    He took his sweet time.
    “Miller!” My back arched off the bed.
    He immediately flipped me onto my knees, raised my ass, and rubbed his cock between my cheeks then slid it down where it found my needy, grateful center.
    “Hold on, Grace.”
    I held my breath, my fingers curled into the tangle of sheets, and he drove inside me.
     

     
    My eyes came unglued in the haze of a pale halo of light around the dark curtains of the single square window in the room. I was pinned to the bed by an enormous weight, and the numbness and tingling in my limbs prickled. My insides were sore, and my skin smelled of sweat and musk. And sex.
    Now it came back to me. Lots of sex. I moved in small increments, and a still-asleep Miller finally rolled off me with a slight moan and settled on his back.
    I blinked at the sight of a large tattoo of a great eagle in profile. The eagle’s wings were spread across Miller’s shoulder and down his chest. I raised myself up on my elbow to get a better look. I never got to see it last night, as we had never turned on the lights. My fingers traced the outline of the majestic creature emblazoned across his tawny skin. One large wing pointed down, the other wing pointed up and its end wrapped around the back of his neck. The image was rather elegant, dignified.
    Miller’s hand fluttered across his chest in response to my tickling touch. I bit my lower lip to suppress the giggle that rose in my throat. He let out a heavy sigh and twisted onto his stomach.
    And then I saw it.
    Ripples of pain tore through my gut.
    It had to be an illusion. A cosmic joke.
    But it wasn’t.
    My throat constricted. That ancient, wild thing inside me shifted and cut loose. That primitive beast that had taken me years to leash and constrain shimmered before me again in all its