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Swarmed over us like clouds.

Sealed us in our surrender.

In this giving.

Flickers of euphoria danced and lapped. Rose and gathered as he took me hard and slow.

I clung tighter to him as sensation started to glow in my middle.

As bliss tingled and whispered at the edges of my being.

A buzz that burned and churned.

Rising and climbing.

So close.

So close.

I realized I was chanting it. “So close, so close.”

“Give it to me. Let me feel you come around my cock, Little Apple.”

Two more thrusts of his hips and the ball of desperation splintered.

Busted and fractured out.

The orgasm detonated. An implosion that rocked me to the depths of who I was.

I’d had plenty of orgasms before. All self-induced, except for the few unbelievably powerful ones delivered by this man.

But nothing had ever quite compared to this.

The complete rapture that took me over when he began to come. When he growled and clutched and pulsed as he clung to me while pleasure throbbed and streaked through my body.

He held me there for the longest time.

It rolled and rolled and rolled.

Joy.

Completion.

This perfect, fundamental reality.

Then he dipped down and whispered in my ear. “Bliss, Lena. You are nothing but devastating, blinding bliss. Nothing like you. Nothing like the feel of you. Nothing in the world but you. And I’ll spend every day that I have living it for you.”

FIFTY-NINE

TREVAN

Shattered.

There was no other explanation.

No other fact than I was broken apart at this woman’s feet.

Pleasure still rippled through my being, my cock barely softening where I was still hugged inside her.