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His gaze devoured her, appreciation more than evident. “Lie
back.”

She did as he asked, quivering with an excitement that held
her silent. She’d heard whispers, hush-hush talk of a woman’s moment when she
learned the biggest mystery of all. Perhaps tonight she’d know the answer. His
eyes burned that red, and she had to know why.

“Why?” She took a deep breath. “Why are your eyes like that?
What are you?”

He didn’t growl or grow angry. Instead his smile came slowly
and seductively. “I’m a Daryk One. And my blood runs hot for sex. When I meet
the woman who is my mate, she is mine. My body is hers to cherish. To take. To
enjoy. I’m hers. My eyes burn this way in battle or passion. It’s a part of my
blood and can’t be removed.”

“Forever?” It couldn’t be. She didn’t love him and he didn’t
love her. “Love doesn’t exist between a man and woman unless it’s a union
proclaimed by the will of Magon. My religion says—”

“Bugger your religion
and
mine,” he said with
passion. “I’m not a religious man and never have been. What I feel with you can
only be one thing. I didn’t want it to be, but it is. Mating is a primal
desire, declared by nature, not some god that humans have designed for purposes
of control and greed. We are the gods, my beauty. Only us.”

Blaspheme.
“Impossible.”

“Why?” He hovered over her, his eyes burning so red now she
couldn’t avoid looking at them. “Why is it impossible? Think for yourself and
decide if what you feel is the will of a god or your own desires.”

“I don’t…” Desire did ride upon her, but if she let go, if
she gave in to what he said, then where was her willpower? How did she ever
return to herself if he possessed her? “You cannot expect me to understand this
mating the way you do. I’m Magonian. It will take time. Time I’m not sure I
want to take.”

A smile laced with sarcasm touched his mouth. “Where can you
go? If you try to leave this ship, I will bring you back. If you escaped me,
Dragonia is a huge country. Everywhere there is danger. Poisonous animals,
ravenous dragons and lawless men who don’t care if they treat you with respect
and unharmed. Even if none of those things killed you, the jungle or the desert
or the ice would. You wouldn’t survive without me, Xandra. Not one day.”

His arrogance fired her blood. She stared him down. She was
naked, but she wasn’t defenseless. “That, as you’ve said before, is bollocks.”

He smiled, but humor never reached his eyes. “You don’t
understand. Even if I have to let you go eventually, you’re still my mate. I
would do anything for you. Anything to protect you. Once a Daryk One finds his
true mate, it cannot be any other way. When we went through the ceremony, that’s
when I realized my attraction to you was more than surface.” His voice held a
thickness, a drugging need for her. “Your body is mine, your desire is mine and
you can’t escape it.”

She never expected a man this rough-looking would ever speak
so passionately and with undeniable conviction. She’d expected uncouth. Mean.
Brutal even.

Never this… Oh never this…

Everything within her responded, as if he’d put some spell
upon her she couldn’t escape. Perhaps she should have run and been frightened,
but it had the opposite effect. If she was to know slavery soon, she wanted
this small moment in time, filled with the extraordinary, with feelings and
touch.

“Oh,” was all she managed, breathless as she watched him
crawl up her body, bracketing her hips with his thighs.

He settled beside her, his big body touching her from calf
to chest. He hadn’t taken off a piece of his clothing, and being so naked
before him made her feel vulnerable in an entirely new way.

He encircled one breast in his right hand then drew his thumb
and forefinger together to lightly pinch and tweak the already hard nipple.
“Beautiful. By the god, you are beautiful.”

Xandra couldn’t hold back the moan as pleasure flew from her
sensitive nipple straight to between her legs and tingled. She closed her eyes
as she trembled. Taris had fumbled with her breasts, clumsy and harsh. This was
so different. With Taris they’d had all their clothes on and he’d caressed her
over her garments.

Rayder dipped his head and flicked with his tongue, licked
the aroused nipple and teased it with brush after brush of wet, hot attention.
She started to writhe under the intimate touch, the ache between her thighs
growing higher. Oh, if she could only…

She didn’t know what.

He sucked and licked, making circles around her nipple then
moving to the other breast. As he tortured her flesh with his tongue, he
continued the madness by plucking at the nipple he’d just feasted upon. Warm
licks brought her to the edge of an abyss. He wouldn’t stop, and she couldn’t
beg because she didn’t know what she wanted. Perhaps more of what she’d
experienced last night. Could his suckling bring her to the edge of sexual
fulfillment again? A moment later, he stopped playing with her breasts and
moved downward, sprinkling her belly with tender kisses until he slid off the
bed to kneel between her thighs.

“What are you doing?” she asked, half excited,
half-frightened.

“Bringing you to fulfillment. As I did last night.” She
allowed him to part her thighs then slip his hands beneath her knees. She propped
up on her elbows.

She trembled as he placed her feet on the bed. She was open
to him in every way, and while she felt indecent and sinful, the sensation tore
away barriers. He kept his eyes on hers until the last moment when his mouth
touched her intimately.

Chapter Eight

“Wait,” Xandra said, shocked. “What are you doing?”

“I’m going to lick your sweet pussy.”

She blushed. “Why?”

“Because it will feel good for both of us. I’m going to
thrust my fingers inside you.” His eyes burned as he looked up at her. “I’ll
flick my tongue over your sweet spot until you explode under my mouth.”

“Oh.”

Her breathless declaration mad him smile. “Now lie back and
close your eyes.”

“But—”

“Do it.”

The slight command in his voice made her want to pop him
one, but she did as told.

Xandra’s eyes closed and she threw back her head at the
sharply thrilling sensation of his tongue lapping at her folds. She was wet, so
wet, and he tasted, made a meal of her. Her heartbeat quickened and she fell
back on the bed. His tongue soothed a path over each fold, and the tingle it
left behind with each stroke made her moan softly. His tongue pushed inside her
and shock made her rise up on her elbows again. But that made it worse—he
stopped long enough to spear her with those brilliant eyes blazing with his
desire and the sharp need inside her increased. Watching his mouth settle
between her legs, watching him devour her with steady licks made her stomach
contract and breath catch. A heat wave throbbed low in her belly, making her
ache for the sexual fulfillment she’d experienced before. She lay back on the
bed, unable to stop the groans that fell from her lips. His tongue slipped
inside her as his thumb found her tingling bud and brushed it with gentle
touches. Her hips twitched and rose against his insistent stimulation. As he
had her mouth, his tongue speared into her with sensual strokes.

She clutched at the bedclothes, her breath strangling in her
throat. “Please. Please.”

Rayder hummed, and the vibration tickled and teased
unmercifully. She couldn’t take it and the last thing she wanted was to lose
control. She held back.

“Come on, my beauty,” he whispered against her flesh, hot
breath adding to the flames licking her, burning her alive. “Come for me.”

One finger slipped into her core and a tiny pinch made her
gasp. Sliding deep, his touch rubbed again and again until the stimulation made
her wriggle. It felt so good, but it wasn’t enough. She needed… She needed
something. By all that was holy, she couldn’t take it. The sensation was too much,
too strong. This was even more powerful than the beautiful ecstasy he’d given
her before.

He added a second finger and the thickness increased her
excitement. Involuntarily she lifted her hips, trying to escape the stimulation
as much as welcome it. Faster he rubbed. The slick friction along her sensitive
walls beyond anything she could have imagined. His tongue licked her clit,
lapping until she gasped for breath and groaned in pure ecstasy. Like the wave
that had taken her ship under, his talented tongue and fingers ensured she
couldn’t escape. Her heart pounded until she knew it would explode. She
couldn’t fight it anymore and allowed her mind to flow with the bliss and find
this treacherous experience at least one more time. She exploded against his tongue,
writhing under his touch as the pleasure flared across her entire body. Crying
out, she tumbled into the wild splendor, whimpering and gasping. Her pussy
contracted over his fingers, and he continued the back and forth motion, slowly
drawing out more pleasure. He removed his fingers from her core even as she
wanted to keep him inside.

With a wicked smile, he eased his middle finger deep into
her backside.

Surprise jolted her, as well as shock. “What are you doing?”

“Creating another pleasure. There’s more where that came
from.”

She groaned. “More? But this is so…so…”

A wicked gleam entered his eyes, barely overriding the red
passion. “Forbidden?”

“Yes.” Forbidden was an understatement. She couldn’t believe
he’d touched her this way.

“Trust me.”

She went silent, astonished by his unexpected touch and the
joy that danced through her when he moved his finger and flicked his tongue
over her pussy. He stuck his tongue inside her, and she couldn’t hold back the
pleasure. Hot, slick craving built deep to her womb and her entire womanhood
tingled. She closed her eyes and allowed the bliss to ride her hard, take her
up and throw her to the wind.

She whispered, “Yes. Yes.”

Rayder didn’t relent as he fastened his mouth over her clit
and suckled. He eased her into his touch as he teased her backside with slow,
deep strokes until the pleasure soaring inside her grew to a firestorm. Before
long the pleasure rose so high it threatened to burst once more. One last
thrust up her backside and a quick flick over her clit, and she writhed in
ecstasy. Groaning and panting, she shook from within.

As she lay still, eyes closed and heart pounding, he left
the bed. She heard him washing up, the water splashing. Before long he returned
to the bed, and when she opened her eyes, a blush heated her face.

“Are you embarrassed?” he asked.

“Of course. I mean… What we just did…”

“Was as natural as the two moons in our sky.”

Boldness came to her in a flash, as blinding as the
lightning that had crashed and threatened yesterday. “You said there is more?”

He nodded, those red eyes burning with an insistent need.
“Indeed. You can ease my need.”

She glanced down at his cock, pressing so hard against his
trousers, she wondered if he felt pain. Rayder didn’t take his tunic off, but
he’d taken off the belt that held his sword and dagger a long time ago. He
stood, unbuttoned his trousers and eased open the front. His manhood sprang
out, released from its prison, and she drew in a quick breath. Amazement,
curiosity and a strong return of arousal swirled in her stomach as she stared.
Though she’d seen his cock before, he was more excited in his passion than
before. His cock stood firm, high and thick. The power in his hardness, in this
sexual muscle stirred the fire still simmering within her. When her gaze
snagged his, fear disappeared. Understanding and tenderness lay there, even in
the harsh reality of his sexual desires, in the animalistic needs he’d shown.
She wanted to know more about him, about sex. He stood in front of her, his
cock close.

Rayder circled his cock with one big hand and stroked. “Do
you want to touch me like this?”

When her answer came, it was soft. “Yes.”

She waited, and a moment later took the plunge. “Show me
what to do.”

He drew her hand toward him, folded her palm around the thickness.
“Stroke it.”

She grasped his flesh, moved with the motion he showed her,
drawing it up and down. He threw back his head and moaned, his breathing coming
harder and harder. Within a few moments he released her hand, and Xandra kept
the pace, loving how his flesh grew more rigid the longer she pumped him. A
droplet of moisture came from the tip.

“Lick me,” he gasped the words, eyes blazing into hers.
“Suck it.”

Shocked, she halted the pumping.

He growled softly, his chest rising and falling swiftly as
if he’d run miles. “Please. Or I’ll have to finish it myself.”

Taken aback by the suggestion but caught up in a desire to
give him what he’d given her, she complied. She held his cock then leaned
forward and licked the tip where the tiny bit of fluid glazed the tip. It was
salty, his scent musky. He gasped then gasped again when she repeated the
action. Over and over she swirled her tongue along the tip, taking no
particular direction other than instinct. Following that instinct, she took his
cock in her mouth and did as he’d suggested. She sucked him, used her tongue,
pumped with her hand until the motion was effortless and natural. Excitement
danced inside her where she would have expected repulsion.

“Wait!” Rayder was gasping. “I’ll come in your mouth if you
keep that up. I don’t know if you’re ready for that yet. I have another idea.
Lie back.”

She did as he suggested, sliding up toward the head of the
bed. He stripped off his boots then his trousers then pulled his tunic over his
head. Standing there naked, he made an impressive sight. She gawked. How could
she not? Yes, she’d seen him naked before, but somehow this time it meant even
more. If there were gods, this man stood among them as a remarkable one.