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thrusts, and she clutched at him for a moment before she reached over her head and clutched at the sheets.
    He stroked his thumb over her clit, and she screamed and came after his digit vibrated rapidly.
    Anna bucked against him, and he groaned, snarled again and buried himself in her to the hilt as he shuddered.
    He pulled her toward him and held her against his body, still impaling her as he knelt on the floor next to the bed.
    Musk filled the air between them, and to her horror, her body started waking again. He nuzzled her cheek and jaw, finally brushing his lips across hers.
    She tasted her own tang, but as he deepened the kiss, his flavour took over. If he kissed her in the dark, she would know it was he and she would probably jump him. The taste of him was chocolate, cinnamon and honey.
    Inside her, he swelled to fill her again, and she shivered with anticipation.
    Her body knew what it wanted, and it wanted him.
    He broke the kiss and gave attention to those sensitive spots on her neck. She squirmed against him for a moment and then squeaked when he pulled her off him and laid her down on the bed with her belly to the mattress and her butt and legs hanging off the edge.
    He stroked her back and cupped her hips before rubbing his cock against her, entering her again with a slick surge that drove her forward.
    Her breasts scraped the sheet, and she tried to brace herself, but she was along for the ride as he lost control.
    Quake drove into her relentlessly, and she was a witness to her body accepting the rough handling and speeding toward release on its own.
    When her orgasm hit, she gasped out a short cry, and he answered with a flurry of thrusts while her body tried to grip his cock tight and milk it.
    He grunted, and his hands slammed to the bedding on either side of her head while he pumped into her.
    Anna fought for breath, and as he dropped onto her with care to take most of his weight on his arms, she worked to keep filling her lungs.
    He kissed the back of her neck, licking her slowly.
    She shivered as he scraped away some of her sweat.
    His voice was low and raspy when he murmured, “That went well. How are you feeling?”
    She took a moment and assessed her body. “I feel... better. More in control.”
    He chuckled and kissed her neck again. “Good. Whenever you need me, I shall rise to the occasion.”
    She groaned and pressed her forehead to the sheets. “This is so strange. It isn’t socially acceptable at all.”
    He chuckled and slowly pulled out of her. “Perhaps not for your birth species, but it is precisely what the Nyal need to continue their lines. When your body has a need, mine will respond. It is our way and what we were born to do.”
    He shifted, stood up and arranged her on the bed. She felt that he left her for a moment, but when he returned, he pressed a cool cloth between her thighs.
    Her skin felt hot again. He took care with her and made sure that he got all external slick traces left on her body.
    She quivered softly as he left her again. She rolled to her side and groped blindly for the sheet on the floor. When she found it, she pulled it up and around her while her body continued to shake.
    Quake came back and sighed as he lay next to her. “Come here. Your body is cooling itself to force you to find a warm male body.”
    She scooted toward the heat source that was talking to her. “Is this weird? Explaining Nyal biology, I mean?”
    “It is understandable. I run into many races in the course of my daily duties. Sometimes, the basics are the best place to start.”
    She snuggled against him, and a yawn broke from her. “Sorry.”
    He chuckled and touched the back of her head. The mask came loose. She looked up at his kind and amused expression, reading the possessive satisfaction in his gaze.
    “The mask was keyed to my DNA. You could put it on, but only I could take it off.”
    She felt her skin warm and buried her face against his chest, rather than look at him. “That is