"Pinioned beneath him, crushed by his weight. I spread my legs and wrapped my arms around his back, my fingers tearing at the silk of his shirt. Jeremy Bond filled me, pulsating inside me, moving, thrusting, strong as steel and soft as velvet, the torment unbearable, growing, growing, building as he thrust deeper and deeper and the dam of sensation weakened, crumbling, a flood of feeling ready to drown us both. He growled again, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh of my shoulder, his body tense, rigid atop mine as the moment of release drew nearer, nearer.
When he had scaled the highest peak, when he hung suspended over the abyss of ecstasy, he paused, deliberately, waiting for me. I shredded his silk shirt with my nails and moaned, moving beneath him, wrapping my legs around him, and that great dam of sensation began to give, began to topple. I opened my eyes and stared up at the stars flashing, glittering, dancing with silvery brilliance. He drove into me with one final thrust and broke the dam. Tumultuous waves of sensation swept over us, and it seemed all the stars in the sky exploded inside me. I cried out, clinging to him as wave after wave crashed, and Jeremy shuddered violently, finally growing limp as we washed to shore."
Love Me, Marietta -- Jennifer Wilde
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