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“I need you,” he rasped in her ear. “Let me.”

“Yes,” she panted. “Whatever you want. I’m yours, Ian.”

Her words seemed to only incite him further, to fuel the fire that was burning through his mind and body. Somewhat clumsily, he unfastened the buttons of her suit jacket, pulling it from her body, and then yanked the delicate silk camisole up over her head. Tessa whimpered as his hand delved inside one fragile bra cup, palming her breast roughly, his fingers pinching the nipple until she was squirming in reaction. He swiftly divested her of the lacy garment, both breasts spilling into his waiting palms. His tongue stabbed at one erect apricot nipple before sucking it into his mouth, his teeth biting into her flesh.

Ian was wild, out of control, more so than she’d ever known him to be, and she gloried in his ferocity, her body responding to his primitive passion almost shamefully. She helped him unfasten her skirt, shoving it to the floor, and then emitted a loud cry of surprise as he ripped away her underwear before plunging two long fingers deep, deep inside of her where she was already wet and needy. He claimed her lips in another of those erotic, open-mouthed kisses, just as his fingers hooked over the front of her pubic bone, coaxing her body to open even wider. As if from a great distance she dimly heard the sound of a zipper being lowered, and in the next moment Ian was lifting her leg to wrap around his hip as he rammed his fully engorged cock inside of her.

The sex was rough, hard, and more than a little filthy. She was practically naked, clad only in her shoes and stockings, while he remained fully clothed. At some point she pushed his suit jacket off his shoulders, then grasped his tie to pull him in close for another of those devouring kisses. Her head fell back limply against the wall as he continued to fuck her with rapid-fire thrusts, and she would have collapsed without the arm he kept banded about her waist. With her eyes tightly shut, she managed somehow to undo his tie and unbutton his shirt, divesting him of both until his powerfully muscled chest was bare against her naked breasts.

She felt the power of the orgasm reverberate through every cell of her body, felt the waves of pleasure spread up from her toes all the way to the top of her head, and this time her legs did give out from under her. But before she could hit the ground, Ian’s strong arms were sweeping her up, holding her against him as he carried her into the master bedroom of the suite.

He deposited her none too gently on the king sized bed, then stepped back to finish undressing. Tessa gazed up at him in a daze, so overcome by the fierceness of what had just happened that she couldn’t summon up a single coherent thought. Her legs were shaking, her belly quivering, and her private parts were tender and almost raw. She had just been fucked to within an inch of her life, and had never, ever been so turned on.

She went into Ian’s arms willingly, their limbs tangling together as he took her lips in a sweet, searching kiss. He didn’t speak, but she could tell from his body language that he regretted his previous roughness, that this time he would show more finesse, more care. And he did exactly that, with each tender caress, each loving kiss, and in the way he took possession of her body with exquisite patience. Their lovemaking this time was the exact opposite of that first fevered encounter, slow and sweet and gentle, and Tessa blinked away tears at how beautiful it all was.

They remained wrapped up together for several minutes afterwards, not speaking, simply content to cuddle and occasionally share a soft kiss. Ian’s fingers combed through her tangled curls, while she idly caressed his bare chest.

“I’m sorry.”

She glanced up at him, frowning when she saw the troubled expression in his eyes. “For what? Giving me two amazing orgasms? Yes, you should be begging my forgiveness for making me feel so good.”

Ian smiled. “Not that. You know what I mean, Tessa. I was angry and frustrated over how this day went, furious at that bastard Martin. And I took it out on you, used you as an outlet for my emotions. We should have gone to the gym first, where I could have taken my frustrations out on a punching bag. Or swam a few dozen laps. Instead, I wound up being far too rough with you, acting like an animal. Can you forgive me?”

She turned her face against his shoulder, her lips pressing against his hot skin. “Nothing to forgive,” she murmured huskily. “Especially since I liked it. A lot. You might have been a wild man, but I know you don’t have it in you to ever really hurt me, Ian. That was - well, some of the most exciting sex we’ve ever had. So please don’t be sorry it happened, because I’m certainly not.”

His chuckle rose up from deep within his chest. “You are becoming more and more of a shameless hussy the longer I know you. But I am sorry for being so rough, darling.”

She placed a finger over his lips. “Don’t be. I’m glad I could be here to offer you comfort, Ian. I always want to be here for you in whatever way you happen to need me. I love you so much, more than I can express at times.”

He captured her wrist, giving her finger a sensuous little lick. “But you tell me all the time how much you care, Tessa,” he corrected her gently. “In all the little ways you take care of me. I’ve never had anyone who loved me the way you do - completely, unselfishly, and joyfully.”

He kissed her again, a kiss that spoke of love and devotion and adoration, a kiss that made her heart ache with the depth of her feelings for him. As their lips broke apart slowly, she curled up trustingly against his side, her head resting against his stomach as his hand stroked her hair.

Ian’s cell phone pinged with an incoming call, and he gave a little sigh of frustration as he glanced at the caller ID.

“It’s Andrew,” he announced resignedly. “I’m sorry, love, but I really do need to speak with him.”

“It’s fine,” she assured him. “I’ll just go take a quick shower and then start looking over the room service menu for our dinner.”

But Ian gave a quick, decisive shake of his head as he answered the call, his big hand pressing against the back of her head to keep it in place. Tessa smiled and merely snuggled closer against him, more than content to remain exactly where she was. It was a rather submissive posture, allowing him to hold her still this way, but she wouldn’t have had it any other way.

She was beginning to drift off to sleep, her mind and body worn out from the stress of the day and the almost savage way Ian had just owned her body. It was the ringing of the suite’s doorbell that roused her, causing her to sit up abruptly. Ian was still immersed in his call to Andrew, and merely gave her a puzzled shrug, no more aware of who was at the door than she was.

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