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usually reserved for the dying. “Just give me this , Tri. Without thinking. By either of us. Please. Just give it to me.”
    Triaten wasn’t going to a sk again. When his arms went around her this time, he meant it. His hand slipped under her ponytail, carving around her neck, demanding her head meet his as he descended on her, taking her mouth fully onto his. His left hand slid down her back, then pulled her tight blue tank upward, their lips only breaking for it to slip over her head.
    She backed up, her calves hitting the bed, and went down, back arched, pulling Triaten with her. Her left leg slipped up about his waist, clasping his body hard into hers. He buried his head in her neck with the arch, taking full advantage of skin open to him. The antiseptic smell of the cheap soap on Charlotte’s arms warred with the true essence of her, sweet and salty. A set of moans, soft but begging in intensity, escaped from deep in her chest, vibrating under his mouth.
    Triaten had only moments to enjoy the pleasure, the taste of her skin, still salt-laden from the earlier battle, before Charl otte flipped over onto him. She pushed him down, holding his chest to the bed as she brought herself upright, straddling him.
    Triaten’s hands trailed up from her hips, pausing at every beautiful curve, holding, caressing each inch in his palms. His right hand ended at her chest, and under his fingers, Triaten could feel the pounding, the ache in Charlotte’s soul. It gave him pause, but only for a moment, as Charlotte, strong thighs clasped on either side of his waist, eased herself slowly onto him. The tight lingering of her body closing in around him was excruciating.
    There was no going back. 
    Her eyes closed as her head tilted back, reveling in the motion she set forth. Triaten deep within her. He watched her body move, up and down, sucking every bit of pleasure she could from the friction. Her movements hypnotized — elegant and smooth, her long muscles straining, her body curving.
    Charlotte’s mouth fell open in gasps, her chest heaving as she quicken the pace on Triaten, her head still back with her eyes shut tig ht. Triaten wondered in a flash of clarity if she even knew he was under her. In her. But then her throaty cries of satisfaction filtered through the pounding in his ears, and he could do nothing except let his own body release into hers.
    Tri aten’s body vibrated in satisfied agony as Charlotte collapsed onto him. She still had not looked at, or acknowledged him. Instead, she buried her head deep into his neck. Her hot breath, still uneven, moistened the skin behind his ear. Triaten didn’t move, didn’t speak. His brain had clicked back in before the final throes had reverberated past. And he was unnerved. He wasn’t sure what this was. How to react, or how Charlotte would react.
    But he didn’t need to wonder. Didn’t need to come up with a plan. Her body went limp with sleep on him as soon as her breath steadied.
    Hours later, Triaten sat in the dark, the skin on his back stuck to the vinyl-covered chair in the hot room. Only a trickle of air managed to come in through the air conditioner, and barely cold at that. But he didn’t even note the suffocation around him. He was staring at the lump in the bed and still trying to place what the hell just happened.
    It was wrong.
    Every bit of it had been wrong.
    Triaten’s eyes moved over Charlotte, still out cold, having not even rustled when he rolled her off his chest two hours ago. He had pulled a sheet up over her, and she hadn’t moved since.
    Charlotte was obviously fine with what had just happened between the two of them, but Triaten was not. Sex was always just sex for him, but the sex that Triaten had just had was unprecedented. Unprecedented because he had never before had a woman so clearly disregard his presence during the action. Charlotte may have had his dick in her, but she was nowhere near him. In body, yes. In mind or heart, no.
    Used was the