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She swallowed. This was going to be harder than she had
thought.

Breathtakingly fast, she whirled toward him, feinting with
her right hand and using her left foot to aim for his balls. He grabbed her
hand, deflected her left foot with his other hand and pinned her to the floor.

Beneath him, heat snaked along her skin. He slid his knee
against her clit and she jerked, electricity sparking through her. Desperate,
she maneuvered her hip and foot to dislodge him.

He jumped away and they circled each other again. She gasped
for breath. A heaviness began to seep into the muscles around her pussy. This
time, he initiated the attack and his hand was a blur. She managed to avoid his
bruising blow to her upper thigh by blocking it with her wrist but the strike
numbed her hand.

Her body twisted and turned, her foot aimed for his kidneys.
He managed to duck down so that she caught his hard upper arm. He gripped her
ankle with his right hand and swung her across the room.

She hit the floor with a thud that jarred her bones and she
tried to jump back on her feet.

And collapsed.

Tory waited.

She dragged her body back up and raised her hands. Damn it.
He was fucking good.

Adrenaline shot through her and she let out a yell as she
attacked him. This time, she controlled her blows, seeking an opening to
disable him. He met every strike, every move. She increased her speed and he
responded in kind.

His hand connected, open palmed, to her breast. Like before,
it stung so good. Then again, and again, until she wasn’t sure if she was
deliberately letting him do it. Every time she struck out at him, he outsmarted
her and got behind her defenses. Soon, she struck out of lust and fear rather
than staying focused on beating him. He let her get close, making her think she
had a chance to gain the upper hand, and then, he’d smack her in that erotic
way until she couldn’t think straight. The pain, the pleasure, the rush
increased her blood flow.

She changed tactics. Her next blow scraped her nails across
his neck, not to wound, but in a slow drag to tempt and taunt. When his next
move was to slide his fingers across her clit, she gasped and her pussy
clenched. In retaliation, she slid her naked breasts over his arm and reveled
at his quick intake of breath.

It wasn’t combat anymore. Not to kill. Another battle was
underway. She rushed him, kicked out and ran her toes over his bulging cock with
controlled pressure. He growled and she laughed, exhilarated. She whirled her
leg around for a kick she knew he’d avoid, but he’d get a great view of her
pussy lips as she flew at him.

She missed, as she’d thought she would, but he followed his
dodge with a smack to her ass. Stars! Who knew she’d love that? She glared at
him and attacked again, this time aiming lower, for his ribs. He caught her leg
with both hands and slammed her down on the floor, his arm flat across her
nipples and his other hand sliding up her leg to the junction between her
thighs.

Thoughts of killing him seemed to disappear when his fingers
dipped into her slick channel. But she couldn’t let him win that easily. She
rolled away and they both crouched, knees bent. His eyes glittered and his
chest rose and fell with harsh breaths.

She sprang to her feet, whirling and turning, her hand and
left leg all directed at Tory’s body. He deflected one attack after the other
and somehow, she ended up flat, face down, on the floor. Tory straddled her,
his hands on her upper arms, his knees at her hips. “Yield.”

“No.” She shifted and tried to free her body from the
evocative pressure of his. His cock dug into the back of her thighs through his
pants and she struggled against his hold and her desire.

He jerked her hands behind her back and held her wrists with
one huge hand. His other hand did something she both anticipated and dreaded.
He delivered a sharp slap to her ass. Like before, it stunned her and melted
her to the core. She groaned. Shit. How could she fight him when he knew, he
just
knew
, all her dark secrets?

He spanked her again and the heat of it spread over her skin
and through her veins. Two more and her ass was on fire, making her squirm—not
to escape, but to receive more. His fingers stroked her skin and she arched her
hips into his touch.

The next strike was harder and she cried out in desire, not
pain. He stopped.

“No!” she blurted out.

He leaned down until his lips were by her ear. “Tell me what
you want, Alexandra.”

She knew exactly what he asked. There would be no denying it
later. Her breath stopped.

He released her wrists, allowed her to escape, freeing her
to make the choice. Desire or pride. Him or her deniability.

“Please,” she begged.

He flipped her over, his broad shoulders towered over her,
his body barely touching hers, but the heat scorching her. “Please what?”

“Please touch me, fuck me,” she said with her eyes closed.
She couldn’t look at him. Her pride, her courage, all failed in the face of her
need for him.

“Open your eyes, Alexandra,” he demanded.

She met his gaze. The burning she saw there stoked the fire
in her lower belly. Need. His whole expression screamed it. She arched her back
and her hips slid along his, her pussy touching the hard outline of his cock.

He moved his hand slowly, winding his fingers through her
hair, unbraiding it, until he reached her scalp. “Say it.”

She swallowed. “I am your
Saria.
I choose you.” Those
words cemented what had already been done. It signaled her willingness. And
man, she was willing.

He tipped her head back and lowered his head until his lips
reached her neck. His teeth scraped along her skin and her nerves jumped and
danced. His tongue slid over her collar bone until she thought she’d scream in
frustration. This slow seduction was going to kill her.

Everything she did to spur him only slowed him more. She
thrust her hips to meet his and he pinned her to the floor with his legs. She
squirmed beneath him and he tightened his hand in her hair as a warning. Any
minute, her whole body was going to spontaneously combust, she just knew it.

When he blew a hot breath over her taut nipple, she
whimpered. Whimpered! He kissed the valley between her breasts rather than take
the nipple in his mouth and she growled. “Damn it, Tory.”

He raised his head and the grin on his face made her want to
deck him. She lifted her hands and rested on his shoulders and the grin on his
face disappeared, obviously wondering if she would shove him away, deny the
pledge she’d just made. When she twined her fingers in his hair, he closed his
eyes briefly. He blew on the other nipple and resisted the pull of her hands to
close the gap between his mouth and her aching flesh.

If he didn’t do something, she was going to die. Her hips,
still held immobile by his body, shifted restlessly, her pussy wet and needy.

Finally, he flicked his tongue over her breast and she
moaned. Then, he sucked it into his warm mouth and she couldn’t breathe. Magic.
His mouth was magic. Faster, harder he sucked her until, suddenly, her orgasm hovered
close. When his teeth caught her nipple as his tongue wrapped around it, she
dropped over the edge. His mouth branded her, owned her, and she reveled in it.
Her pulsating core arched toward his cock, desperate for him to complete the
connection that had clicked into place. Her scream echoed in the room and her
body writhed. Oh stars! No one had ever made her come from sucking her tit.

He raised his head, his face dark and forbidding. He still
had his hand twined in her hair and he angled her head with a jerk that made
her dizzy. “You belong to me, Alexandra Zeerah.” He growled the words.

She wanted to deny it, but she couldn’t. Not when she had to
bite her lip to keep from begging him to finish her, fuck her, complete her.
And what was this warm, safe feeling when he said it? It both frightened her
and thrilled her.

But all her thoughts scattered when his mouth descended and
took possession of hers. Any thought of resisting, had there been any,
disappeared when his tongue thrust inside her mouth, claimed her. She returned
his kiss, receiving him enthusiastically. Her hands buried in his hair, her
body beneath his, his mouth fused to hers all sent her flying into another
world where nothing mattered but this moment, this man.

The tangle of tongues and limbs seemed to go on forever, but
he broke the kiss to stare at her for several seconds. She stared back. His
stare challenged her and he seemed to be waiting. What was he waiting for?

Did he need her to say more? Do more? Maybe he did. With
shaking fingers, she reached down and yanked on the buttons of his trousers.
She shoved her hand inside and stroked his hard length, her gaze never leaving
his. When she said she surrendered, she had meant it. Her hand pumped his cock
and he groaned, his hips moving to increase the speed.

“Alexandra,” he groaned, and his eyes drifted closed.

While he was distracted, she shifted and flipped their
positions. Her hand gripped his cock and he tumbled onto his back until she
straddled him. His hands grabbed her hips as if he were going to toss her off
him, but she kept the firm strokes on his penis.

There was only one way to show him, prove to him, that she
meant it when she said the words. She let go of his cock to grip his pants,
yank them off his legs and toss them away. She met his gaze with hers briefly.
His expression was wary, uncertain, and filled with intense desire. She bent
down, her hair drifting over his thighs, and slid her tongue over the length of
him. His hips jerked and his breath stuttered, the sound of it spurring her on.

Focusing on the moisture at the tip of his cock, she licked
it and then dipped her tongue deeper. His groan made her pussy throb. If he
could go excruciatingly slowly, so could she. She savored the taste of him, the
feel of him. His hands fumbled in her hair, all his earlier finesse gone as he
tried to increase the pressure of her mouth on his cock. She chuckled and he
made a guttural, feral sound that made her heart pound. If she belonged to him,
this proved it went both ways. Pure sexual satisfaction rippled along her
nerves.

Finally, she took almost all of him into her mouth, reveling
in the way his hips lifted and his head dropped back. She swallowed, the tip of
his cock at the back of her throat, her eyes open watching every expression on his
face. He moaned and she sucked him in harder. His hands stroked her head
frantically and then, he gripped her hair and yanked her head away.

She groaned as he pulled her up so he could fuse his mouth
with hers. One hand wrapped in her hair, he plundered her lips as sure as he’d
plundered her life. His cock pressed against the folds of her pussy and she
shifted, trying to capture him inside her.

When he broke the kiss, he angled her head so he could lay
his lips on her neck. She shivered as he sucked on her neck. Hard. Her pussy
clenched and moisture gushed from her slick channel and, from the sound of his
groan, dripped onto his cock.

“Tory, please,” she whispered as his tongue slid along her
neck. His fingers dug into her ass and urged her closer. She braced her body
over his and slid down over his erect flesh, driving him deeper, surrounding
him with her heat. Stars, he felt so good, so right, inside her. She shifted,
an age-old rhythm beating in tune with her pounding heart. He met every thrust,
every shift, of her body, his hands guiding her, goading her.

She stared down at his features. The way his neck corded and
his expression of something that looked like…
joy
stunned her. She used a
finger to trace the line of his cheek, her heart clenching. It was like the
five years apart dropped away and they were just two human beings together.

Then, rational thought disappeared as the steady beat of
their thrusts built a crescendo until she convulsed, her back arched, her
fingers clenched on his shoulders. His hands gripped her ass and his hips
slammed into hers. For a moment, it seemed as if they’d been connected this way
forever, as if it were meant to be. Loneliness was gone and something much more
solid and precious replaced it. Then, her mind blanked, pleasure overriding any
thoughts or feelings. She cried out, her orgasm sharp and intense. Lights
flashed behind her lids and she shuddered, her release subsiding.

Suddenly, he flipped her onto her back, bending her legs,
driving his cock deeper. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. His movements
were frantic, out of control, his face tight and determined. His gaze held hers
as he pounded her again and again.

One of his hands clasped her breast and his fingers rolled
her nipple. She gasped and her eyes closed. There was no way she could come
again, was there? And then, in a flash, she was there, over the edge, crashing
into another orgasm. His shout coincided with the force of his cum inside her
and she opened her eyes.

Tory was always handsome, his good looks one of his assets.
In the throes of his orgasm, he was beautiful, the lines of his face drawn in
pleasure and intensity. The cords of his neck emphasized the strength and need
in him. She reveled in the way his whole body bowed in his final thrust and then
relaxed. All the things he hid with his charm and his defiance showed on his
face when he gave himself to her. It was a two-way street. He dominated her in
keeping with his fearsome reputation, but he gave so much more to her. More
than she had expected. She didn’t expect the shimmering orgasm that washed over
her as he continued to slide in and out of her. Perhaps it was because she’d
declared herself as his or because this sexual collision had been with her full
consent, but each release, each climax had intensified. This one didn’t slam
her or overwhelm her. It uplifted her and strengthened her.