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| "Please," she whispered. "You are torturing me, darling. I am near to swooning clean away. Love me totally now, Ashton. Please?" |

| Too wrapped up in passion's reverie of need, Ashton could not voice anything aloud to Sasha at this moment. He just did her bidding. His hands cupped the rounded flesh of her bottom, moulding her to him as he drove into her swiftly and surely. Their bodies strained together hungrily as Ashton surged into her over and over again. He buried his face in her breasts, catching his breath, then not daring to breathe. Each thrust brought fresh desire, and he wanted to postpone that final moment when the ecstasy was too quickly gone. . . . |

| A splendid joy spreading through her, Sasha clung to Ashton as he continued to come to her, thrusting deeply. Her hips strained upward, arching to receive him, the blaze of urgency building within her. She trembled with ecstasy as once again he kissed her, his mouth forcing her lips apart. When he darted his tongue moistly into her mouth, she was overcome by an unbearable, sweet pain. Her breasts pulsing warmly beneath his fingers, she emitted a cry of blissful agony. |

| And then she felt a great shuddering in his loins, and a flood of rapture swept raggedly through her. She strained her hips up at him, crying out to him of her fulfillment as he surged wildly into her. Ashton groaned against her lips as he relinquished his soul to receive the ultimate of pleasure as it exploded through every cell in his body, cleansing him with light. . . . |

| Ashton's body then subsided, exhausted, into |

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