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At the sound of her moan, with the echo of his slap resounding through the room, Adam’s eyes rolled back and a smile stretched over his lips. He rolled his head back, and, unbidden, a growled rumbled deep in his chest as he released the reins on his arousal. His hands dug into her hips instantly, even he felt a pounding erection rise to full life. It was there he stopped, paused in his reactions, with his chin up and his heart sending pulsing waves of throbbing sensation up his neck and into his crystal-clear mind. This was right. This was good. For both of them. He knew it. He knew it deep in his bones. His search was over, and his hunt was begun. Another growl threatened to rip through him, but he felt Elizabeth’s lips finally fluttering over his, and he knew, instinctively, that the moment was just as important for her as it was for him. <br/>
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His sensation of her started from her breasts. He felt the way she moved them over his bare chest, the way her nipples grazed his skin, the way she’d shed her most intimate covering, and ‘given him’ herself. It was a curiosity to him, that this was her mark of surrender, but it didn’t matter how it had come, only that it had. In its exquisite detail, though, through the kisses she showered him with, he felt the way her breasts got closer and closer to him as she released more and more of the impulses pounding from her beating heart. He felt her neediness, in her breath, in every kiss, in the way she seemed a feather’s width from whimpers, and responded by letting his breath out, shakey, ragged, and harsh. His hands ground her down harder on him as his breath flowed out, but otherwise he did nothing to restrict her, or her movements, or her kisses. With that one demand sated, he surrendered his breath, his sight, and his movement. He gave her the vulnerability of his need, and made it hers. As if to tell her, ‘this fire is for you. I will be the coals beneath your flame.’ <br/>
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She used lips and breath and teeth and tongue. She pulled and licked and flicked and bit and devoured. He felt her coming alive, and he let her grow, let her build up her experience, her desire, and her comfort. He loved the feeling of her released, of her unrestrained, of her wild. She grew, more and more, until she was undulating over him and using her entire body in the heat of her dance upon him, and he was beyond pleased. He was overcome with desire, but his mind was clear. He was familiar with power. Being under it, and having it. He knew the height of the precipice they overlooked, and he knew she had wings. He knew he could break them as easily as let her soar, and that was why he remained calm. In control. It was true, he was starving. He was in need. He had desires burning for her that had simmered for as long as he could remember. He could hardly believe she was here, now, atop him and free. But she was, and he knew, again, that it was right. it was good. So he made sure it stayed that way. He let her fly as she would, and land as she did, upon him, and within his arms, and his heart. Soon he would control her. Soon he would guide her. Soon he would show her what it was her body could do. But for now, for this moment, she was perfect, and he basked in the furnace of her heat and lust and love.<br/>
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Then, he felt the damnedest thing: He felt her taunt him. Tease him. He felt her flaunt herself in front of him, and entice him to chase her, to capture her, to take her. He saw the lure, and the darkness within him merely smiled, like a predator in the black. Instead of giving chase, the grinning teeth and gleaming claw faded away, to approach from the angle of their own choosing, leaving only the shadow of an impression of scythed lips and sharp, gleaming tips behind. <br/>
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Adam opened his eyes, and lifted his head. The entire world was in that room for him that moment. His entire world was her. The fact of her body and her nakedness was not lost on him, and the sex they engaged in continued, but when he opened his eyes he did so to look directly into hers. He crept his grip through her ass, and resettled her on his cock through the slacks that separated them from full body contact. He didn’t say anything with his voice, no such words came to mind. But he did gaze directly into her eyes, and wrap the warmest, smallest, most delicate, precious, beautiful part of her in his regard, his claim, and his protection. He looked at her like she was his, like she always had been and she always would be. In that way, he was perfectly calm, content, and satisfied. He had everything he wanted, right here. <br/>
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“Elizabeth,” Adam said. “I want to take you to my bed and finish undressing you.”</span>