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half, leaving her pinned rather possessively to his large body.
    She tried not to panic, but then she felt the hot press of his morning arousal against the side of her hip. It was huge! Long and thicker than her wrist; there was no way her body could accommodate such a monster.
    Izzy started trying to scoot out from under him in an effort to escape the inevitable and couldn’t suppress a gasp as her tender bottom slid across the sheets. He’d spanked her like a naughty child and then they’d examined her like a brood mare!
    Calling him a foul name under her breath, Izzy tried again to slip out from under him, only to gasp in dismay when his hold tightened and he pulled her to lie on top of him.
    She barely had a moment to register he was awake before his hand landed on her now exposed backside with a resounding smack that echoed through the room.
    “Owww!” Izzy cried, frantically reaching back with both hands to shield her poor bottom from further assault. She’d never thought spanking sounded like a big deal before, but it hurt! Was he going to spank her every time she voiced a thought or opinion?
    “I will tolerate neither disrespect nor foul language from you, little fire. Best you learn this lesson quickly for the sake of your bottom,” Grayson said firmly.
    “Let me up,” she commanded softly, looking away from him.
    “I think it best we lay your fears regarding sex play to rest this morning, little fire. It is time to take you fully and cement our bonded state.”
    A look of horror came over her face. “No! We can’t. I don’t know you… no, it isn’t possible.”
    A deep chuckle was Grayson’s only response as he rolled her swiftly beneath him on the bed.
    This time she screamed and began fighting like a wild dervish, so great was her panic.
     
    * * *
     
    “There is no need for such drama, Isabella. I will not harm you. I promise by the time I join our bodies, you will be begging for my possession.” Grayson frowned as the words he’d intended to reassure her only renewed her struggles with increased desperation.
    Grayson was curious instead as to how it could be possible for a woman of her age to still be untouched. “How is it possible you’ve never known the touch of a man, little fire? You are fair of figure and face, how is it no man has breached you as of yet? Your society is known to be freely sharing of their bodies with one another.”
    If possible, her body got even stiffer as her back became rigid. “Not everyone is lacking in morals! I always thought to fall in love and sleep with one man. The opportunity just hasn’t happened because despite the fact that you like to call me little, I’m not. I’m fat and unattractive to the men of my world.”
    Grayson sat up with a scowl, sitting Izzy on her knees between his thick thighs. “While it is possible the men of your planet are idiots, I will not hear such drivel from your lips again. You’re perfect as you are.”
    When Izzy snorted in response, she found herself tossed across his strong left thigh as his hand began to fall with vigor on her cringing bottom.
    “I will not hear you call yourself fat or unattractive again, Isabella. You are everything I could have wanted. I can’t wait to lose myself in your lush curves and your lovely face enchants me. Everything about you is beautiful; I even enjoy your penchant for defiance.” Grayson stopped after twenty well-placed swats; this was only a warning and he had other things to show her this morning.
    Izzy’s sniffles turned to sighs as his warm hand began to stroke across her punished flesh with broad sweeping strokes, bringing him ever closer to the juncture between her thighs.
    His broad palm cupped the inside of one of her legs and drew it over to hang on the other side of his thigh, opening her up to him. Grayson lightly skimmed his fingertips across her wet center. “Little fire, you are already wet for me,” he told her as he pierced her deeply with the smooth thrust of