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The first movement into Blair's body was intense, as she squeezed him like a closed fist. The woman sighed as she felt him completely, with some difficulty in supporting the entire length in her depth.

It was impossible to tell where one's anatomy began and the other's ended. Under the dim light, the nuances of their bodies in constant friction and desirous movements were clear. The clear glass separating the couple from the rest of Las Vegas reflected what was happening in that apartment. The sound that their skins together reproduced was music that the walls would not forget.

Ethan gripped the sheets with a force that Blair's body couldn't handle. She wrapped her legs around him, even though she felt them weakening. Their eyes were always connected, with the pleasure of fulfilling promises made before.

For the first time, Blair saw him differently. He wasn't the fallen angel, he wasn't the knight of the night. He was a man stripped of armor, open to whatever she had to offer. Vulner