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He began to lose himself. Sensation pummeled him from every direction. The warm, clean scent of her hair and skin, the heat of her, the satiny curve and weight of her breast in his hand. The sound of the rain and her cries and his own, ragged breathing, the feel of the blood rushing through his veins. Pleasure, searing, white-hot, surged up his spine, and just as she opened her eyes and looked up at him and gasped, “Yes, now—please—with me now!” Hawk slid over the edge of reality, utterly abandoning himself to her, to the magic they made together. He pumped deep. Once, twice. He felt her s*x clench around the length of his shaft, felt the rhythmic pulse and throb of her orgasm begin, and he shouted, jerking, as his own orgasm ripped through him and he spilled his seed inside her. The in
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