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  “Dani…” Ben's voice was a possessive growl, and I felt his fingers tighten around my pelvis. “So sweet, so soft,” he said in that same deep, almost inhuman voice. “You don't know how long I've wanted to do this. Wanted to fill you up and claim you as my own, even if it is only this one time. Just for tonight.”

  I wanted to tell him it didn't have to be just for tonight, that it could be for a lifetime, but I was past doing anything but moaning. I had no idea how he was able to hold off as long as he had, how he could stand to hold still, his cock pulsing in time with his heartbeat, stretching me even though he wasn't thrusting at all. I was used to him now, and I needed him to move, needed him to fuck me hard and fast and long. The moonlight above me demanded it, and my own body begged for it.

  Lowering myself from my hands to my elbows, I leaned forward, feeling the slow slide of his cock as it pulled out of me just an inch or two. Then, bracing myself against the rough rock, I pressed back against him, reveling in the sensation of his shaft entering me again and nudging the mouth of my womb. It felt amazing and Ben and I both groaned out loud. But I needed more force—needed to feel him driving into me like the mindless animal he had been less than half an hour before.

  “Ben,” I begged aloud, shameless in my need. “Ben, please, I need…”

  “I know what you need,” he growled bitterly. “You need to get this over with, don't you?”

  “No, I—” But the denial I was about to make left my mind completely when he pulled almost all the way out of me and then slammed himself home, ramming his cock balls deep into my wet, trembling sex. “God!” I moaned, throwing back my head and reveling in the exquisite pleasure/pain of being so full of him, of his cock. I felt his fingers tighten around my hips, digging into the soft flesh there in an almost painful way, but I didn't care. Didn't care about anything but feeling him inside me, fucking me, claiming me with his cock as I so urgently needed him to do.

  “Is this what you need?” Ben asked in his low, growling voice. He pulled out and slammed into me again and again, setting up a slow, deliberate, rough rhythm that made me feel like I was being turned inside out with pleasure. My fingernails scratched at the unyielding rock beneath me, and I felt the stone rubbing the skin of my arms and knees raw, but none of it mattered. All that mattered was Ben, inside me at last, giving me what I needed so desperately.

  Soft, panting moans were pulled from my lips with each rough thrust of his shaft into my sex. I closed my eyes and bit my lip, trying to stop them, but I couldn't seem to help myself. I braced myself against the cold stone beneath me, but I no longer tried to push back to meet his thrusts. It was all I could do to hold my position beneath him as he fucked into me, filling me with himself, taking what he wanted from me—what I knew he had wanted for years.

  I could feel another orgasm building inside me, and as before, there was the feeling of something huge waiting to taste the pleasure as it rushed over me, as Ben forced it from me with his rough thrusts. I felt like a rag doll now, no longer in control of my own body or even my own emotions. The world had narrowed down to the relentless thrust of his cock in my cunt, to the push and slide of his thick shaft straining inside me, stretching me, taking me. It seemed like Ben had been driving into me forever and that he would never stop. That there had never been a time when he wasn't moving within me, and that there would never be a time when he wasn't.

  Through the haze of pleasure and pain, I heard him saying something as he pressed into me. After a moment I realized it was my name, repeated over and over in a low, desperate tone. It sounded like a prayer on his lips, like a benediction of need and love and longing.

  “Ben,” I said, or tried to say. “Love you so much.” But the words wouldn't leave my lips; nothing coherent would because at that moment he increased his tempo. I felt his arm curve around my body, and then two blunt fingertips were rubbing along the side of my over-sensitized clit. It was exactly what I needed to come. Ben wasn't gentle, but his very roughness brought me to the edge and pushed me over.

  “Oh, God, Ben!” I moaned. The orgasm that flooded me this time made the one I had just had while he went down on me seem like nothing. I felt like a current of electricity was coursing through my body, setting me on fire, shutting off my brain in an ecstasy of pleasure. Every muscle in my body contracted with the intense sensation—my hands clenched into fists and my back arched. I opened my mouth again to moan or gasp, I didn't know which, but no sound came out at all—my vocal chords were locked up.

  Behind me I could feel Ben pressing deep and hard, trying to get as far into my body as he could to flood my unprotected sex with his seed. The connection I had felt between us earlier seemed to soar into the stratosphere, and I felt like I was two people at once—myself down on my knees, spread open to receive his cock, and him on his knees behind me thrusting as deeply as he could to fill me with himself.

  It was confusing and scary and glorious. I was so mixed up with pleasure and pain and need and want that I couldn't tell who or where I was anymore. And through all of it there was that sense of something bigger than both Ben and me put together—something that fed on our pleasure and magnified it a thousand-fold until the orgasm threatened to overload my brain and burn my body to ashes. I could feel it—call it the Goddess, or the mystery of the universe, or nature, or whatever you wanted. I don't know what it was, but it held us in its hand for an endless moment like ripe fruit and squeezed us for every last drop of sensation before dropping us gently, satiated at last.

  “Oh…oh, God,” I gasped at last, when the exhilarating and exhausting sensation finally ended and I could breathe again. In fact, all I could do was breathe, or rather, concentrate on catching my breath. I collapsed to the ground, fatigued beyond anything I had ever felt before, feeling like I had just run a marathon.

  “Dani?” Ben was no longer joined to me, and though I didn't know exactly when he'd withdrawn, I found that I missed him already. I looked up to see him bending over me, a look of guilt and sorrow stamped on his strong features. “God, Dani,” he whispered, looking down at me. “I'm so sorry…so Goddamned sorry.”

  “No…not…” I wanted to tell him there was nothing to be sorry for, but I was still trying to just breathe. Ben's supernatural were metabolism may have allowed him to keep up with whatever had just happened, but to me it had been the erotic equivalent of a tsunami. I felt utterly drained, utterly spent. But he looked so upset, so worried, that I wanted to make him feel better even if I couldn't talk. I raised my hand, which felt like it was made of lead, to cup his cheek, but he grabbed my wrist before I could touch him.

  “Your hand,” he whispered in a voice so full of horror that I looked at it myself to make sure it hadn't mutated into a tentacle or something. At that point, nothing would have surprised me. It still looked normal to me except for the fresh scrapes I had gotten from trying to brace myself against the rock while he plowed into me.

  “Ben,” I started, trying to get a good breath.

  “You're bleeding,” he interrupted me, still sounding horrified. “God, Dani, I made you bleed.” He bent to examine me more closely. “And your arms, your knees…” He shook his head, his brown eyes anguished. “I never meant for this to happen to you. I never wanted to hurt you.”

  “You didn't—” I started to say, but he shook his head and put a finger against my lips. His brown eyes were no longer glowing, but they were suspiciously bright, as though he was holding back tears.

  “Don't try to talk,” he said in a choked voice. “Just…Please, Dani, I know you probably don't want anything to do with me now, but I need to heal you one last time.” He bent his head and began to kiss my wounded palm, effectively silencing any protests I was about to make as the warm tingling pleasure began to envelop my body once more.

  I knew he meant well, but the new sensation was too much when my body hadn't even begun to recover from the tsunami orgasm I'd just been through. As his warm, wet mouth worked its magic on me, the pleasure beg