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man,
never given the opportunity to misbehave.
    Rather than explain her reaction, she pushed
to the balls of her feet and kissed him, using his technique as a
pattern. She passed her tongue across his lip then delved into his
mouth. His lips closed on her tongue and gently sucked. With a
startled gasp, she jerked away.
    He chuckled. “You really are as innocent as
you appear. Aren’t you?”
    She licked her lips and pulled his mouth down
to hers, determined to divert his attention away from her lack of
skill. His taste was new and dark and intriguing. Everything about
him was new and intriguing.
    One of his hands held the back of her head
while the other grasped her ass and pulled her closer. He adjusted
the angle of her hips but couldn’t seem to create the alignment he
craved. With a muffled curse, he picked her up and placed her on
his cot, moving her arms over her head as he came down on top of
her.
    For just a moment his big body trapped her
against the bed, making her feel helpless and threatened, then he
eased his knees between her legs and lifted his weight off her. His
hips settled into the cradle of her thighs and his cock pressed
against her crease. She pushed up against him, needing pressure on
her clit. He rocked, rotating his hips just enough to slide his
shaft against her swollen nub.
    She closed her eyes and gloried in the simple
freedom of touching and being touched. Her life was so restrictive,
so bound by protocol and expectation.
    His gaze darkened, burning with ravenous
hunger, then his mouth returned to hers. The kiss was deep and
drugged and endless. He held her hair with one hand and stroked her
body with the other. She reached for him and he pushed her hands
back against the bed.
    “Do not touch me,” he growled. “It has been
too long.”
    He bunched her slip under her arms, unwilling
to move long enough to undress her properly. She squirmed beneath
his bold stare, but it was much too late for regrets. His hand
cupped one breast as he kissed his way down to the other. Her skin
tingled and her nipples tightened long before his lips closed
around the tender peaks. He suckled her with strong pulls, lashing
the tip with his tongue. She felt restless and achy, unable to lie
still.
    Rocking back onto his feet, he pushed her
legs farther apart and paused to look at her sex. Doubtlessly she
was flushed and swollen. Could he tell how wet she’d become?
    He traced her crease with his fingertips and
closed his eyes. “So hot. So very soft.” His fingers delved deeper,
gently searching for the entrance to her body. “You are not…” He
parted her folds with one hand and shook his head. “What are you
doing here? You are untouched!”
    She reared up and grabbed his arm before he
moved off her. “My father is…” she scrambled for a feasible lie. If
she told him the truth, he would never finish this. “He’s going to
sell me to a breeder. Just once I want to give my body to a man I
have chosen.”
    “And what will happen when the breeder
discovers you are no longer a virgin?”
    “It will be too late for him to do
anything.”
    “No. He will beat you or worse.”
    He needed a stronger motivation, something
more sinister. “It is said that he likes to sample each woman
before she goes into the breeding pens. I will not give my
virginity to that vile bastard! I want you. I chose to give this
gift to you.”
    “Oh Vanda, if they find out I did this, they
will kill me.”
    “No one will know,” she insisted. “I promise.
No one will ever find out.”
    “I must be mad.” He positioned himself
between her legs then moved his hands to her hips. “Grasp my
shoulders, love, and don’t pull away. It will be better for you if
this is done quickly.”
    His mouth settled over hers, distracting her
and soothing her. Then he drove his cock inward as he pulled her
hips up. The combined force sharpened the sting but decreased the
duration. She gasped into his mouth then slowly exhaled. Her