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finished, she trailed her hand up and across his shoulder
and smoothed her palm over the rough scars there.
    “How did this happen?”
    “A fire. I went in to rescue a child, but part of the building
collapsed on me.” He said it nonchalantly as if it had been just a routine
thing.
    “You saved the child?” she asked, trailing her hand down his
arm to his uninjured forearm. The hair there was soft beneath her palm.
    “My team got her out.”
    “You like being a hero,” she said and shifted her hand down the
final few inches to cradle his hand in hers.
    Victor didn’t know what to make of her. She seemed almost
innocent in some ways. Possibly crazy, he thought, although he couldn’t deny his
dreams and the vague recollections of what had happened in those moments after
he’d been speared.
    But there was one thing of which he was certain.
    “You can keep the whole hero gig. I prefer being alive.”
    A knowing smile blossomed on her lips, and those almost-black
eyes gleamed with an intriguing mix of amusement and passion. Taking his hand in
hers, she guided it upward along her lean, curvy flank and to the swell of her
breast.
    “Then why are you afraid to live right now? To share yourself
with me?” To prove her point, she pressed his hand to her breast and, beneath
his palm, her nipple puckered into an even tighter nub. She shifted her thigh
across his to cover the erection he had been fighting. The softness of her and
the damp heat at her core made him groan with need.
    “Let me love you, Victor. I will be careful,” she said,
smoothing her thigh across his erection before dancing her hand down his
midsection to take his cock in her hand.
    “Yes,” exploded from his lips as she encircled him with her
hand and stroked, her movements sure and determined.
    She smiled then and bent her head to sample the shape of his
lips with her mouth. Her touch was questioning and uncertain, unlike the sure
caresses of her hand. Over and over again she drifted her mouth across his lips,
avoiding a true kiss.
    When he dug his fingers into the short, dark strands of her
hair to urge her in for a deeper taste, she pulled away to instead drop a kiss
on the underside of his jaw. Then she worked her way downward to his nipple
where, with a little nibble, she flitted to her next stop: his navel.
    He moaned and shifted his hips upward against her hand as he
realized her intent.
    She slipped her long, powerful body between his legs and guided
his cock to her mouth. With a quick swipe of her tongue, she nearly had him
coming, but he held back, needing her. Wanting to be buried inside her as he
came. It had been so long since he’d allowed himself the pleasure of a woman’s
body.
    But Nali had other plans for him.
    She took him into her mouth, her tongue dancing all along his
head and length. Her smooth hands worked his cock and balls until he had to
close his eyes against the sight of her, the sensations were so intense.
    “Nali, ride me,” he pleaded and bent to urge her upward but
groaned at the pain in his side from the movement.
    “Soon, Victor. Soon,” she promised and sucked him deep into her
throat while caressing his balls. The pleasure of her mouth was so intense, he
had to dig his hands into the mattress to keep control. He wanted to haul her
down onto the bed and plow into her, bring her the kind of pleasure she was
offering him.
    “Nali,” he said roughly, and against his cock came the coolness
of the night air as she finally relented and moved up his body. She straddled
his hips and held herself there, poised over his erection, the dark copper tips
of her breasts tight. An almost sad smile appeared on her face before she
reached down and guided him to her center.
    The heat and wet of her bathed the sensitive head of his cock
for only a second before she plunged down and took him into her body.
    Nali gasped at the fullness of him. She held herself still
against the sensation of being one with a man again. How long had