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to the neck of her womb, taking her as if he had never
fucked another woman before in his life. Heart pounding, he glared
into her eyes and saw only his own lust reflected back.
    “Again,” she
whispered, and one arm tightened around his waist as her other slid
down his body and gripped his butt through the leather of his
pants. “Hard and fast, barbarian.”
    He pulled out
of her and teased the lips of her wet slit with his engorged
head.
    “Can’t you find
something better to do with that mouth of yours than talk?” He
meant to mock her. But the words were ragged, mimicking his breath.
Every nerve in his body screamed for release, and yet he held back.
He didn’t even know why.
    For a fleeting
instant, her teeth flashed in the gloom and, with a stab of shock,
he realized it was the first time he’d seen her smile.
    “A thousand
things.” Her husky voice promised untold delights.
    “I look forward
to them.” And he had every intention of taking what she so rashly
offered. Even if it meant taking this woman with him when he left
this dirty little planet.
    Celeste tried
to make him enter her again, but with her legs around him her
balance was precarious and she could only wriggle in frustration.
“You’ll have nothing but unfulfilled fantasies if you keep me
waiting any longer.”
    He laughed out
loud. Shocked to her core by his unexpected amusement, Celeste
stared at him. “You think I jest?”
    One hand left
her waist and trailed seductively across her bottom, under her
thigh, and tantalizingly close to her aching pussy.
    “I think,” he
said, and his deep voice skittered along her sensitized nerves,
“you don’t have a say in the matter anymore, human.”
    He was wrong on
both counts. She wasn’t a human, and she most certainly did have a
say. She gave him her most innocent smile, the smile that had
ensnared countless men in the past, and her hand slid from his butt
and snaked under her thigh to cup his heavy balls.
    His mocking
smile morphed into a grimace of undisguised agony as she tugged at
him mercilessly, unheeding of the way he was trapped by the opening
of his leathers.
    “What do you
say now, creature?” And she tightened her grip upon him, just to
remind him which one of them held the power.
    “Only this.”
The words were a low rumble as he rammed himself into her wet
entrance, forcing her to release his hard testicles and grasp his
granite biceps.
    “And this .” He thrust again, crashing her into the wall, rough
stone ripping the fabric of her cloak and grazing her back.
    His shaft
rubbed against her clitoris, building the pressure spiraling
through her blood. Sweet Goddess, did he affect her so acutely
because it had been so long since she’d allowed a man near her? Or
was there some other dark reason why her pulses hammered, her womb
clenched, and her mind shivered on the edge of madness?
    Did it even
matter?
    He filled her
like no other, stretching her tender flesh, straining against the
neck of her womb. And then he withdrew, leaving her empty and
aching, but before she could gasp her dismay he thrust into her
again, teasing her swollen clit. Celeste screamed as the primordial
pleasure ripped through every atom of her body, every hidden corner
of her soul.
    Dimly, beyond
the pounding of her heart, she heard his unearthly roar as he came
inside her, his hot seed pumping deep within. Instinctively, she
clutched him closer as his body convulsed against her, her legs
tightening around him as if she never intended to let him go.
    His head
dropped to her shoulder, and she released her punishing grip of his
biceps to tenderly stroke his dark hair. Time passed and as her
breaths grew less erratic so did his. And yet still she held him,
still she caressed his silken hair.
    And still she
kept him clamped within her body by the grip of her legs around
him.
    His breath was
hot against her neck. Hot, alien. And yet comforting. How long had
they been in this squalid alley? An hour? A day?
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