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    He used the momentum of the roll to not only get back on top of her, but to grab her waist and flip her face down. She didn’t like being bettered, and her first instinct was to counter his moves, to grapple and wrestle, but then he bent over her back to speak into her ear, his voice and breath heating the skin of her neck even through the mess of her hair.
    “I’m impressed.”
    Something inside her took pride in that. Then his hard cock slid between her ass cheeks as he grabbed her hands with one of his own, trapping them behind her back, and her insides clenched with need.
    “I know a thing or two,” she said.
    With his other hand he swiped the hair away from her face. He was so close the heat of his skin warmed her check. In her peripheral vision his dilated pupils and gritted teeth screamed feral, all of which made her so wet she couldn’t help squirming her ass, hoping his cock might bump her clit.
    “What else do you know?”
    “I know I want that big fucking cock of yours inside me.”
    He chuckled in her ear. “You have a dirty little mouth.”
    “I guess you bring out the beast in me, too.”
    “Okay, then.”
    He released her hands and hauled her up onto all fours. Grasping her hips, he pulled her back against his cock. Doggie style. She could work with that.
    One hand left her waist and next thing his fingers slid through the wetness of her folds on the way to her clit, which he flicked a couple of times—making her twitch and jump—before settling for a rough caress.
    Holy shit jeez fucking Louise...
    He played her body like a virtuoso and all she could do was make inarticulate mewling sounds and arch her back, pressing herself into his hand.
    When her arms started to tremble, she reached for the windowsill and pulled herself up, crossing her arms and propping her elbows on the sill for support. He followed behind her and used his knee to push her thighs open wider, giving him space to fit between them. As another firework burst in the sky outside, her body throbbed in time to both the powder blast and his fingers pinching her clit.
    She groaned and arched her back again, her body instinctively seeking his cock, hunting for the only thing that would give it release.
    With a growl so primal it spoke to a deep, desperate place inside her, he gripped her hips and lifted her onto his cock, plunging deep inside her. They both moaned the pleasure of it, their voices a strange, primitive harmony in that frozen moment before their bodies gave in to the need to move.
    His first thrust broke the trance, and every thrust after that pushed her nose to the window. The fireworks had to be ending soon. It was the longest show her father had ever put together. Had to be to impress potential donors.
    A green and purple firework exploded, showering golden sparks as it finished. Damian grunted with every thrust, pulling her hips backward in a bruising grip as he drove deeper.
    Elena let herself go, sinking into the rhythm, the pressure, the delicious throbbing ache of her orgasm building in the muscles around his cock. She basked in the light of the fireworks, and the dark in between; the explosive blasts outside and the frenzied gusts of breath as they panted from the exertion of chasing their climaxes; the heady mix of gunpowder, sweat, and sex as she inhaled a deep breath.
    The first tendrils of her orgasm tingled deep in her belly just as the first fireworks of the finale burst in the night sky. Another thrust triggered it and she gave herself up to the waves of velvety bliss as her body melted and she came apart at the seams. Damian’s climax followed on his next thrust and he buried himself into her farthest recesses, leaving part of himself behind on a long, low, rolling growl she felt as much as heard.
    The free-for-all of the fireworks finale came to a close as they caught their breath, the last red, white, and blue sparks drifting down in the sudden quiet.
    Elena swiped a bead of