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And
he
picks
up
the
pace
,
thrusting
faster
…
harder
…
and
my
whole
body
is
moving
to
his
rhythm
,
and
I
can
feel
my
legs
stiffening
,
and
my
insides
quivering
and
quickening
.
“
Come
on
,
baby
,
give
it
up
for
me
,
”
he
cajoles
through
gritted
teeth
,
and
the
fervent
need
in
his
voice
—
the
strain
—
sends
me
over
the
edge
.
I
cry
out
a
wordless
,
passionate
plea
as
I
touch
the
sun
and
burn
,
falling
around
him
,
falling
down
,
back
to
a
breathless
,
bright
summit
on
Earth
.
He
slams
into
me
and
stops
abruptly
as
he
reaches
his
climax
,
pulling
at
my
wrists
and
sinking
gracefully
and
wordlessly
onto
me
.
Wow
…
that
was
unexpected
.
I
slowly
materialize
back
on
Earth
.
“
What
the
hell
are
you
doing
to
me
?
”
he
breathes
as
he
nuzzles
my
neck
.
“
You
completely
beguile
me
,
Ana
.
You
weave
some
powerful
magic
.
”
He
releases
my
wrists
,
and
I
run
my
fingers
through
his
hair
,
coming
down
from
my
high
.
I
tighten
my
legs
around
him
.
“
I
’
m
the
one
beguiled
,
”
I
whisper
.
He
gazes
at
me
.
His
expression
is
disconcerted
,
alarmed
even
.
Placing
his
hands
on
either
side
of
my
face
,
he
holds
my
head
in
place
.
“
You
.
Are
.
Mine
,
”
he
says
,
each
word
a
staccato
.
“
Do
you
understand
?
”
He
’
s
so
earnest
,
so
impassioned
—
a
zealot
.
The
force
of
his
plea
is
so
unexpected
and
disarming
.
I
wonder
why
he
’
s
feeling
like
this
.
“
Yes
,
yours
,
”
I
whisper
,
derailed
by
his
fervor
.
