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        Hisgripturhless,shovingherdownagainwitharagged,"Please—"

        Sexwashumanity''''''''smostprimalthreshold.Oncecrossed,thedoorcouldneverclose.Thebeastwithin,longcagedbycivilization,nowsnarledfree.

        Julian''''''''sgroanstahtheslick,obsesoundsofReya''''''''smouthwhiminthecrampedspace.

        Shehadtogripthebaseofhiscockwithbothhandstokeephimfromthrustingtoodeep,herfiightasshackles.Hetrembled,hishipsjerkinginhelplesslittlespasms.Avirgin''''''''sdesperation,rawanduntutored.

        Theongueflickedoverthatvulnerableslit,alightning-strikeofpleasure—

        Heroared,fingersknottinginherhairashisbackarchedoffthecouch.Theclimaxtorethroughhimlikeawildfire,andReyadrankhimdownwithastarvingfervor.

        Uhedelicatetricklesshehaddrawnfromhismouthduringtheirkiss,thiswasaflood,abaptism.Sheswallowedgreedily,likeaparchedwanderergulpingfromanoasisspring,eachpulseofhisreleaseasurgeofvitalenergy.

        Julian''''''''svisionwhitedout.Hisbodywasnolongerbeloohim—justavesselcapsizediorm,batteredbywavesofsensation,utterlyatthemercyofthetide.

        Reyakepthereyesshut,watgthedimmingglowe,hisfadingessehroughhereyelids.

        Shekneasinoguiltstirredwithinher.

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