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She heard the desperation in her own voice—it didn’t sound
like her. She didn’t care.

He smoothed one finger around and around her outer lips,
spreading her cream then easing into a massage. Delightful tingling built. Her
breath came faster as excitement rose. She wanted. Draconus she wanted what
she’d never had but knew existed.

“Please… I want…” She could barely say the words, the
excitement escalating too high.

“Shh. Easy. Let me tease a little longer. It will make it
better.”

She groaned in frustration but relaxed as he continued to
tease between her legs. He slipped one finger deep into her pussy, and she
moaned at the pleasure.

“Yes, more.” She did not worry how desperate she sounded.

He complied, thrusting his finger as he would his cock, in
and out with a rhythm that learned her inner secrets. Warm and wet, her body
accepted his touch without restraint, urging her to burst into full-fledged
pleasure. He eased a second finger within and stroked. She shook, gasping and
panting.

She wanted an orgasm.

Touching herself had never proved so wonderful. She gasped
again as his middle finger swirled and stroked her clit, and firestorms of
pleasure threatened. She squirmed a little in his grip.

“I cannot take this anymore. I want you inside me.”

“But there is so much more.”

“I need you, Marc. I have already waited too long.”

“Making love slowly can add to the pleasure.”

She groaned. “Marc, I have waited for years for you. I feel
as if all of this has been foreplay.”

He chuckled softly. “Years of foreplay? I agree. Like this
then?”

“Yes.”

“When I thrust inside you, it will touch a special spot that
can give a woman the most pleasure.”

She’d heard of it and simply moaned an assent. To entice him
further, she parted her legs wide and planted her palms on the bed in front of
her. Animals often mated like this, but she didn’t kid herself. What she did
here was more than mating.

She knew without a doubt that Marc was her true mate—had
always been her true mate. Denying it had proved her downfall once too often.

Never again.

He bent his knees, and aroused cock touched between her wet
folds. She gasped. Oh, oh. That felt amazing. He hesitated, and she pushed
back. Blunt, hot man slipped between her folds. She tensed for a second as
searing pleasure bombarded her. She hadn’t expected this overwhelming
sensation. With the slowest movements, he pushed barely inside her, drew back.
Thrust again. Each increment made her quiver, his touch a revelation. This…this
was what drew Xandra and Rayder to each other beyond their love. This was a
manifestation of love. If she didn’t love Marc so much, she couldn’t do this
dance, this incredible baring of body and feelings. He teased between her
buttocks, circling her little hole with his finger and another shock of arousal
escalated.

“Don’t stop,” she said, ordering him with a breathless
voice.

He teased and teased, reaching down to locate moisture and bring
it to that forbidden entrance. Ragged breath mixed with her panting breaths as
his hips moved.

“More,” she managed to gasp.

“Sure?”

“Yes.”

His hips moved forward and thick, hot cock pressed her open,
stretching her flesh until he rested deep.

He groaned. “Sweet Draconus.” He didn’t move, his hands
gripping her hips with gentle pressure. “Take what you want, Aknada.”

Take what you want.

Freedom shot through her. She allowed her body and heart to
lead her. Her body demanded she squeeze him, clench around his long hardness.
Tingling started deep in her pussy, demanding a finish to the heat rising
higher by the second. She moved her hips, swinging into his body while he
stayed immobile. His thickness caressed sensitive tissues deep inside, and she
gasped and moaned as excitement rose quickly.

With one quick and gentle movement, he thrust one finger up
her back hole, and the unexpected sensation sent her into spasms as her pussy
started to tingle.

“Draconus.” His voice was rough and harsh, guttural and
thick. “That’s it, my love. Take me. Fuck me.”

His roughly spoken words, so unchained and heated, sent her
body into riot. The sensation of all that thickness buried deep inside her,
mixed with his finger in her ass, made her lose her mind.

The power she had over him, to give him such pleasure, made
Aknada’s desire go out of control. Yet she couldn’t seem to reach the place
that teased, beckoned.

“I need.” She moaned in frustration, writhing on his cock.
“Help me.”

He pumped his finger in her backside then reached down to
caress her clit with his other hand.

Climax slammed her out of nowhere and she cried out. Sharp.
Guttural. Unleashed. Hot pleasure pulsed as her pussy rippled around his
thickness. He stayed buried deep inside, not moving, riding out her release. As
she came down from the bliss, she realized he hadn’t come.

“What about you?” she managed to ask between gasps for
breath.

“I want to take you hard. Is that all right?”

Love burst inside her. He was still worried for her—still
concerned that he could scare her. “Take me hard.”

Without more hesitation, he plunged deep, his cock slamming
into her channel. In and out he thrust, a ferocious pace that served to send
her straight toward orgasm. She didn’t think she had more in her, but this time
the pleasure was so startling and unexpected she screamed out. She bucked in
his hold as he pumped hard, fucking her for all she was worth. It was a
freefall, a plunge from a tremendous height, and it took her breath away. While
she tumbled, drowning in pleasure, she expected him to come inside her. Instead
he groaned and withdrew. He turned her toward him, lifted her against his chest
and took her down to the bed with him. They rolled from one side to the next—he
was careful to keep his weight off her. She groaned as pleasure still tingled
between her legs.

Before she could speak, he kissed her and lowered his hips
between her thighs. His cock slid home, deep and hard. She moaned into his
mouth as he immediately moved, thrusting with a steady and demanding pace. Now.
Now he would come.

But no, he did not. Marc continued to take her with steady,
assertive plunges. His tongue took her mouth, thrusting in and out, tangling
with her own. With a helpless cry, she allowed the desire to strip her free of
every last inhibition. She writhed, lifted her hips. Her fingernails bit into
his shoulders for a moment, and he thrust hard. She broke into little pieces
with a scream. She sobbed as the pleasure destroyed her. He tore his mouth from
hers as he groaned and picked up the pace.

Marc thought he’d died and found a paradise beyond all his
dreams. Her sweet pussy, so wet and silky, clenched and released around him as
she came on his cock. Draconus, he loved it and wanted more. But he couldn’t
take it. He had to come now, before his head blew off.

He thrust hard once, twice, gasping and trembling as he
shoved his hands under her ass and held on. He kept her in place as he went
wild, powering into her like a madman.

A tortured groan left his throat as hot essence shot from
his cock and flooded her pussy. He thrust through the orgasm, not wanting it to
end, not wanting to leave her tight clasp. He rolled to the side and pulled her
close into his arms, his cock still buried deep. Aknada threw her leg over his
thigh and before he knew it she sat astride him. With her strong thighs
clasping his hips, she kept his erection tucked up inside her melting heat.
Shaking, chest still heaving for breath, he was amazed when his cock stayed
hard. Amazed when the sight of her, lips parted and cheeks flushed, made him
want more. He didn’t think he had an ounce of semen left to give, a particle of
strength. Instead he found his hips moving, his body reacting with stunning
intensity to her demands. And demand she did.

Aknada rode him, her hands planted over his pectoral
muscles. She rolled her hips then threw her arms above her head. She clasped
her fingers behind her neck, closed her eyes and danced upon him.

He was dying, coming apart as her body moved with a languid
grace that destroyed him. He wanted her to come again and powered his hips
upward into thrust after hard thrust. She went wild, her hair tossing, groans
of tortured pleasure escaping her. He growled, racked to the core with searing
sensations that threatened to shake him to the core. One last thrust and she
whimpered and shook. Her flesh pulsed around him, throbbing and clenching him
deep inside. The sensation of all that soft, silky womanhood holding him tight
drove him to the final edge. He erupted, shaking and groaning as climax burst
and filled his body with ecstasy. He poured into her with the greatest joy he
could remember in his life.

She slipped off him, and he gathered her close. He’d never
experienced a more earth-shattering sensation—he never knew sex like this
existed. Satiated, he allowed his thoughts to drift into oblivion.

Chapter Nine

Aknada awakened to Marc’s arms circling her. Cozy warmth and
satisfaction radiated within her. She sighed with contentment and joy. By the
god, had anything ever felt this wonderful before? She didn’t believe so. But
then reality swamped in like the storms that had ravaged the area for days. Her
eyes popped open. People still needed help, didn’t they? Was she selfish for
wanting more of Marc’s undivided attention and the glorious sensation of oneness?

Marc’s palm slid over her naked belly. She shivered with
sensual awareness. She moaned softly and soon their bodies communicated
joyfully. His lips traveled her body, tasting her ear, her neck, her shoulder.
His cock slid between her thighs, found her welcoming flesh. She sucked in an
excited breath as he edged his cock into her. He eased back and forth,
establishing a rhythm. Each movement caused tremors of delight to pulse between
her thighs. His body became an instrument of pleasure. Thrust after thrust
brought him deep within her.

He rested there without moving, his hot, hard body cradling
her from behind. He reached around to touch her clit, stroking with the
lightest touch until her body contracted and released over the hard flesh
inside her. She ached and wanted and desired. How could he bring her to this
insane and beautiful place with only a few touches? She didn’t know, and all
that mattered lay under his warm and beautiful care. Joy surged inside her as
he drew back and thrust. Each plunge, each slow and steady movement, increased
her desire until she twisted and writhed. She struggled and fought to reach the
pinnacle. His hips picked up speed, and when his fingers teased her clit again,
she burst into heady pleasure so tremendous she felt as if she’d dissolved.
Melted away. Disappeared in a staggering pleasure with no beginning and no
ending. She cried out, and with one last thrust, he shouted and shivered. Hot
semen flooded Aknada’s channel. She gasped at the sensation.

Marc kissed her shoulder and left her for the bathing room.
When he returned, he smiled. Knowing that if she looked at his wonderful body
for too long, she’d want him all over again, she left the bed for the bathing
room. As she cleansed, she wondered if she appeared different now that she’d
discovered beautiful sex.

She got her answer when she returned to the room and found
him lying in bed without coverings. While she couldn’t stop staring at his
body, he smiled.

“Is something wrong?” he asked, still with that
self-satisfied grin.

She hardly knew what to say. “Nothing is wrong. Everything
is right. I cannot believe it.”

When his smile disappeared, she wondered for a moment if
she’d said something wrong again. He held his hand out to her, and she went to
him. They curled together in a matched pair, his arms around her as she laid
her head on his chest.

His fingers caressed her arm. “You’re worried about
something.”

“Yes. For the moment it’s indefinable. I cannot think of a
way to describe it.”

“Maybe you want order where there is none. You’ve had so
much chaos in the last few years that you must want structure. And I remember
how you liked structure.” Irony touched his voice as well as teasing.

She laughed softly. “This… What we have between us is
structure?”

“No. It’s chaos.”

She laughed again, with genuine enjoyment. “What happens
next?”

His hands smoothed over her body with a tenderness she
craved, less sexual than comforting. “I am leaving that up to you.”

Oh.

“Perhaps I shouldn’t make a decision about anything. Our
land is in chaos. All of your friends are off fighting Drakus Fina, and I want
to fight him too. But I also want to stay here with you.”

“You’re a Daryk One. It’s natural you want to fight for
Dragonia and the direction it will take in the future.” He heaved a deep sigh. “If
you decide to fight, I’ll understand. I will worry about you more than you can
imagine. I’ll fear for you every day and night. If you decide to stay here with
me and protect this land and the people, I will be overjoyed. But you must do
whatever you think is right. Whatever is true in your heart.”

Tears touched her eyes. Was any man ever as wonderful as
Marc? Or had the god Draconus made only one of him? “I am not a whole woman.
Not yet.”

“Take all the time you need to feel whole. With me. Here.”

“You don’t want a beautiful, small, calm woman to bear your
children? To take care of your home?”

He chuckled. “No. I never wanted that. All I ever wanted my
whole life is you.”

Her heart opened as far as it could, sweeping her into a joy
more profound than a hundred new nights and days, more amazing than she could
have hoped. A yawning decision opened in her mind, and for the moment she knew
what she had to say. Marc had gone through a lot for her, and his lovemaking,
his concern, his sincerity showed the truth. A woman would have to be a fool
not to stay with Marc Gampia.