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Adam’s feelings and focus coalesced into one tight knot around Elizabeth. He felt her under him, her warmth, her caresses, her willingness and pliance, the softness of her body and plush curves, and her dedication to what felt like the beginning of something utterly new. He heard her voice, the moans of pleasure, the subtle awe she had for him, the desire mixed with frantic nerves, the pulse of a need long left untended in every beat of her racing heart. The smell of her alone sent his blood sizzling through his veins, and the taste of her was the sweetest he could remember in his life. He was well and truly addicted to her. Bonded. He felt as though he could never get enough of her, and simultaneously as though he was entirely fulfilled by the simple trust of her lying beneath him. His heart was pounding in his chest and he felt it all through his body, down to the throbbing tip of his erection and out each of his limbs as he wrapped himself around her even as she wrapped him in her enveloping love. <br/>
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He smiled at her question, the words on her lips lilting with humor and the coyness she showed when she was most comfortable. He was beginning to learn that about her. When she wasn’t dropping things, when it was just the two of them, and she knew exactly where she stood, she played. It made him happy, so much that he felt it glowing in his chest. He loved the way she rose to his kiss, the way their joining was impeded only by her willingness, and most of all, he loved the soft sounds that she emitted when he created pleasure in her that stole her breath. That he could do that for her gave him the purpose he needed to override the demands that rocked him. He needed release. He needed it badly. He knew everything that had happened up to that point had been necessary, but hearing her readiness broke the final stitch in his restraints. His need roared out of him in a bellowing rumble, and he seized her close as he pummeled his need into her. <br/>
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The first thing he needed was for her to cum. For that to happen she needed stimulation, and his body moved as though specifically tuned to the purpose. Incessantly, unerringly, unfailingly, he moved within her, atop her, against her, until he could feel the warmth begin to grow in her, until he could feel her begin to tighten around him, until he could feel her begin to call out. He heard her moans, and he responded to her. He heard her begging, and he made love to her. He heard her breathlessness, and he fucked her until she lost the very last breath she would ever have before her world shrank into the tiniest moment. <br/>
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He felt her kisses, her touches, her lips and tongue and teeth, he felt her heat, and he felt her body wrench its every last muscle into a binding knot, and then he heard her say the first half of his name. He kept going, working himself just as hard as he worked her, until she tried again, and his name trembled from her lips. “Elizabeth!” he cried, and then his head was buried in her neck and his arms were locking her against his chest, and his hips were thrust so deeply into her that he never thought they’d part. With the tide of heat that cascaded over her, his own release jetted out of him, coursing down his length and filling her with the searing ecstasy that exploded through him. His hips didn’t stop, couldn’t stop, as his body churned once, twice, thrice invested in her, then he collapsed and raked in breath over his parched throat. <br/>
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Adam, gasping, wrapped his arms around her and held her as they both twitched, shook, and tingled through the aftermath, barely breathing and mind silent but for the echoing of his name from her lips resounding in his memory. He rumbled with dark, carnal mirth as he felt her biting his neck, and swiveled his hips to stir within her as he slipped his through her hair and took a tight hold, pressing her encouragingly on as he sounded his pleasure. “Perfect, Elizabeth…” he whispered, then resettled his knees behind her legs and let her support part of his weight as they enjoyed the press of their bodies, one joined with the other. “That was perfect. You were perfect. Come here,” he said, then he pulled her from his neck before she left a lurid mark, and kissed her full on the lips.</span>