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Cesca flew apart, and it went on forever. He pulled his fingers out of the clasp of her body, but he didn’t go anywhere. She could feel the heat of him all around her, and her skin was so overly sensitized that the brush of his clothing against her made her jolt all over again.

No matter how soft the fabric of his shirt was.

He laid her back on the bed, or maybe she collapsed there, and he pulled her legs around his hips. She fought her way back to earth, but it took great effort to open her eyes and watch him unzip himself, then pull out that huge cock of his.

She had felt it before, pressed against her belly. It looked much bigger now.

Cesca’s mouth went dry. She felt goose bumps break out all over her body.

“I believe you’ve been taking care of your own birth control for some time, have you not?” he asked, in the exact same tone he’d been using all along, because he apparently had that level of self-control.

She frowned, because that seemed like such a rude sort of question to ask at a moment like this and she didn’t like the fact that she was the only one breathing heavily either. She opened her mouth to tell him what she thought of that—

But she saw the way his head tilted, just slightly, to one side.

Cesca felt a kind of electric current go through her, and thought better of it.

“Yes,” she said. She was pretty sure that was one of the things she was allowed to say.

Once again, she got the nod. And better still, that gleaming approval in his eyes.

“I also know the palace would have been informed if there was any reason to be concerned about your health.” He clearly knew that she wanted desperately to comment on the implications in that statement, but she didn’t. She bit her tongue. And her reward for that was the curve of that fascinating mouth of his. “I hope that you feel that you can be equally certain that my health is also in pristine condition.”

She could think of no one whose health would be more pristine, in fact, but she couldn’t say that. So all she did was nod.

And she wondered how she’d never known, until now, how deeply erotic it was to keep her thoughts to herself. How wildly sexy it was to let things unfold without commentary. She was shook. Straight through.

Saviero let that curve in his mouth deepen. Then he simply leaned over, flattened his palm on the mattress next to her head, and slammed himself inside her.

And it tore her into a thousand pieces, instantly.

She screamed with the pleasure of it as her body, still floating from before, shattered all over again.

Cesca heard him laugh, his mouth next to her ear. Then she felt him pull back, sending another dark tide of stars and glory shimmering through her, then thrust again. And again.

And even as she was shaking apart once more, she could feel the fire in her change.

She had no doubt at all that he knew this, too. That he knew everything. That he knew exactly what he was doing as he tipped her over yet another cliff.

And still he kept going. She realized at some point that his eyes were on her face, so she tipped her face to his and found that molten blue gaze.

Making everything a part of that blistering-hot connection that stormed between them.

Like he was inside her. Not just his cock, but him. All of that blue seemed to swell within her. She could feel him everywhere. His massive chest pressed her to the bed. His thighs were thick yet carved like marble. He maintained a deep, insistent pace, each thrust a revelation. Each thrust changing her forever.

His free hand found its way behind her head and then he made a fist in her hair, pulling her head back, and that was even worse.

Once again, she thought she meant better.

Because then she could feel him even more. Every thrust made her breasts move against his chest, sending that wildfire roaring through her body. And his mouth was on her neck. And he was so big, so thick, and she could not comprehend how she could take all of him.

But she did.

Again and again, she did.

Cesca had never felt so full, so taken, so claimed. All she could do was cling to his shoulders, those wide, impossibly broad shoulders, and hold on for dear life as he made her shatter over and over.

She lost track of it. The whole world narrowed down to him deep inside her, and his total and complete conviction, evident in every thrust, that her body could do exactly what he wanted it to do.