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Pavel groaned against her mound, his hot breath searing the flesh beneath her covering of coarse curls. He buried his nose in that hair, pressing hard against her pubic bone, and her womb clenched, released a gush of moisture to scent the room with the heady aroma of her rising passion.

“Kaila! By the Moon, Kaila, you smell delicious!”

Lost in the sensations he layered one upon the other, she dimly heard him cry out, felt him easing her legs apart, widening them to get at the heart of her. Fingers bunching in his hair, she lifted into his caress, thighs quaking as he painted damp swirls on the skin just beside her crease. His tongue darted out, stabbed through the fleshy lips of her labia to flick over her hooded clit. With a wild cry, she convulsed.

Pavel held her down, kept her anchored as his hands pushed her legs wide apart,

fingers peeling back her lips to reveal the mouth of her sex. He swiped her from the base of her pussy to her clit, rough tongue lapping up her slit with greedy licks.

Moisture poured from her, coating her pussy and the tops of her thighs. Pavel shook his head side to side, slurping her juices, stabbing his tongue inside her, curling that facile tip up to gather every drop. When he closed his mouth over her and suckled, she wailed. Her hips left the bed as she pumped up at his mouth and he obliged her, pushing two stiff fingers in her pulsating channel while he continued the suction over her clit.

After an endless time, Pavel lifted his head, chin dripping with her juices, and met her slumberous gaze. Green eyes glowing with an expression almost too intimate for her to bear, he deliberately wiped at his face, brought the fingers to his lips. Eyes sliding shut, he licked her wet desire from his flesh. “Mhmmm…you taste of the sweetest, richest cream.”

His sexy words, coupled with that look of decadent pleasure on his face, did it for her.

Lightning flashed in her blood, bringing it to a boiling point. Thunder crashed nearby and she laughed, realizing it was her own voice growling demands of her teasing lover. “Please, Pavel, please…!”

“Are you ready for me now?”

“God, yes…now, right now!” She opened for him before he could ask and when he

came to her, pressed the large blunt head of him to her sopping entrance, she pushed up, determined to engulf him.

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She hadn’t healed from before and his cock was so huge it still hurt taking him in. He went slow, inched up her still sore channel in tiny increments, and thankfully, she was wet enough to aid his entry, but the pain threatened to overpower the pleasure.

Face wet with sweat, features twisted into a grimace of concentration, Pavel sank

another few inches into her. “Relax, Kaila,” he ordered, teeth clenched as he hung over her.

“I’m big, yes, but you know we fit. It’ll be better once I get all the way inside you. Play with your clit. That should help ease my way.”

She hesitated, shy about doing something so intimate while he watched. Then she

laughed at herself because what could be more personal than what they’d already done?

Tentatively, she sent one hand questing to where he jutted out of her. The barrel of his cock was wedged tightly in her stretched opening and she had to pull back her labia to get at her half-buried clit. He hadn’t completely entered her so the part of his cock extending above her pussy remained dry. She couldn’t get at her own lubrication unless she could work a finger in beside his thick erection. No way did she want to do that -- he stretched her too tightly now.

Kaila glanced up, found Pavel staring down at where they joined. The weight of his

heated gaze added to her need to get past the pain of his entry. “Slide out a bit.”

He looked at her, a question in his eyes.

“I need moisture…”

Pavel closed his eyes. When he opened them, remorse gazed out at her. “I’m a lustful

idiot! Please bear with me, love, and know that that your nearness turns my brain to mush.”

“It’s okay, just…” But he was already pulling out of her, the smooth slide against the walls of her tight sheath sparking the pleasure she’d been chasing. Shallow dips followed, gentle, slow jabs that worked her cream to froth, coating his cock and the tops of her thighs until on every entry he eased deeper and deeper into her secret heart.

Soon the pleasure, the thrill returned and Kaila’s body awoke with a vengeance. He

was fucking her now, plunging in hard and so fast his round, full balls slapped her ass with each heavy thrust. His hands gripped her hips, held her up, held her open beneath him as he took her with a controlled violence that made her half mad with lust.

“Mine!” He growled that word as he pushed all the way in, over and over, claiming

every inch of her pussy as his own.

Oh god, he was hurting her so good and she loved it, loved the way his cock dragged

along her wet tissues, filling her, touching every inch. Her blood burned, body flamed as he led her in a primal mating ballet, told her what he wanted as he strove to send her spiraling over the edge.

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assault. He’d been masterful before, but this time she sensed he wanted more than her body.

This time he wanted to claim her soul.

When his body convulsed on hers, his seed jetting deep inside she knew she’d found

her home. She’d never want another man like she wanted this one. Kaila very much feared she’d already given Pavel her soul.

“Come for me, sweetness.”

His gruff plea pushed her over the edge and she screamed, straining to gain that last glittering peak. Screamed again as her body flew apart, blasted by the most intensely erotic orgasm she’d ever experienced as Pavel continued to pump in and out of her milking

channel.

Later, in the drowsy aftermath, Kaila waited until the low, even huffs of breath told her Pavel slept. Leaning up, she gazed down into his slack face. He looked so innocent in sleep, like a choirboy resting between celebrations -- nothing like the demon who’d fucked her to within an inch of her life. Bending down, she brushed a whisper-soft a kiss on his cheek. “I love you.”

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The phone rang three times before he could reach it.

“Pavel, here,” he whispered, glancing down to see if the strident noise had awakened

Kaila. Not that anything shy of an earthquake would wake her. He hadn’t been able to keep his hands off her, had fucked her four times before she’d pushed him away and fallen into a sexual coma. Poor darling, he’d worn her totally out.

“Was she…sweet?”

Pavel closed his eyes and dragged in a steadying breath. “Rickard, don’t do this.”

“I have to know.” The phone faithfully rendered the sound of Rickard’s heavy

breathing. “Is she quiet or loud? Oh, god, Pavel…did she…did she make those soft noises women do while you fucked her? Did she…scream that last time when she came?”

Pavel eased out of the bed and walked naked into the living room. Staring at his

reflection in the bank of un-curtained windows, he glared at the cordless phone in his hand.

Lifting it to his ear, he snarled, “Do you have my place bugged? Because that’s one thing I won’t tolerate, not even from you…especially not from you, Rickard.”

“You think I bugged your place because I know you’ve just finished fucking your lady?”

Rickard did sarcasm well. “I simply know you, Pavel. I knew you would want to claim her tonight, before the program officially began. I even know you don’t plan on having her again until her session is over.”

“While you are hardly ever wrong, in this instance you are not quite right. I definitely plan on having her again, but only if she initiates the action. I am her trainer and I do not want her thinking she has to give me sex to do well in the program.”

From several countries away, Rickard tsk-tsked at his long-time friend, cheerfully

pointing out, “Those pesky ethics of yours makes you predictable as well as blue-balled.”

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Pavel heard the anger riding under the surface of his prince’s voice. Pity for Rickard’s self-imposed loneliness moved him to speak truthfully. “Thank you for sending her to me.

She is the most astoundingly passionate woman I have ever met. I will never fuck another woman and I will not feel the lack, for she is all I will ever need.”

The silence on the phone was so deep he thought the connection had ended.

“Rickard…?”

“I could have had her before you.”

“I know.”

“Why don’t you sound upset? I would be, if I were you.”

Pavel smiled, relaxed and more inclined toward openness knowing his friend couldn’t

see his indulgent expression. “No, you wouldn’t be. You see, as well as you might know me, I know you in return. Kaila was a virgin. And you knew that.”

“Strange conclusion to come to when there was no hymen.”

“Humph! Stop trying to goad me. It won’t work. You and I both know a hymen is not

always proof of virginity, just as the lack of one does not change the fact that a woman might be virginal where it counts…in her mind.”

“True. So, your point is…?”

“You are a master of seduction, easily capable of bringing a sexual novice to point. A master -- yes, however, you are not a predator and Kaila was never prey to you.”

“What is she but prey to you? What do you call what you did with her this night?

Damn it, she barely arrived and already you have her tucked in your bed. And you’ve told her nothing.”

“I call it making love, fucking the love of my life, my mate. And she is blissfully tucked in my bed.” Pavel softened his voice. “You know it is too soon to say anything to Kaila. But that’s not what’s bothering you. What’s wrong, Rickard? You’re hours ahead of us. It’s almost morning where you are. Why are you still up?”

“Oh, I’m not still up. I’m nicely deflated, sitting here on the side of my empty bed with come splattered all over my abdomen.”

Pavel met his own gaze in the naked window, noted how easily he read the horror in

his eyes. “The link!”

Rickard gave a weak chuckle. “Yes, the bloody link. I was with you all the way.”

Pavel’s voice cracked like a whip. “Break it off.”

“My cock? I almost did, I was jerking it so hard during that last bit, there.” Stony

silence echoed across the connection. “Guess that quip fell flat.”

“Break it off, Rickard.”

“No.”

“Damn it, sire!”

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“It keeps me sane.”

Pavel’s shoulders drooped. He let his head fall forward. Leaning against the wall, he shook his head over the stubbornness of princes. “How long have you been maintaining the link?”

Pavel could almost visualize his nonchalant shrug.

“Long enough.” A note of pride sounded in Rickard’s voice. “I’ve learned to activate it without your noticing.”

“So I see. Now what?”

“Now, you get to go back and curl up with your lush black beauty while I go clean this come off my chest.” His voice sounded flat and weary.

“It was your choice. You get to live with it.” He couldn’t stop the chuckle.

“Damn you, Pavel, you’re laughing at me! Fucker, say good night and hang up before

you really piss me off.”

“Good night and hang up before you really piss me off.” His quick return came tongue-

in-cheek and they both laughed. After a long silence, Rickard spoke again, his voice no longer light and joking.

“Pavel?”

Listening to what wasn’t said, Pavel heard a somber element in it. His prince

sounded…lonely. “Yes, sire?”

“I -- never mind.” His voice hoarsened. “I don’t know if I can stay away the whole five and a half weeks. Don’t bond with her before I get there or you’ll never be able to fulfill your promise.”

Pavel closed his eyes, pinched the bridge of his nose between thumb and forefinger and blew out a long-suffering sigh that bespoke waning patience. “I am aware of that.”

“In the meantime, eat plenty of spinach. You’re going to need the strength.”

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Green Peas or Corn

“I hate green peas. I’m not going to eat them so you might as well tell your quack

medical staff to remove them from my food list.”

Kaila pushed her plate away, mouth turning down at the colorful assortment of diced

carrots and green peas. “And I don’t much care for cooked carrots, either.” She continued to grumble as she used her fork to push away the al dente vegetables. “These things are hard.

What did they do, pick them from the field five minutes ago?”

Pavel swallowed his sigh. This first day hadn’t gone well. From the moment he’d

knocked on her door to awaken her, Kaila had been uncooperative and downright surly.

She’d been nothing like the giving, gentle woman he’d loved most of the night, instead, sniping and snarling at every suggestion he had to make.

The first serious sign of trouble had reared its ugly head when they’d showed up at the doctors’ suite of offices and she found a male waiting to examine her.

“I want a female doctor. I’m not getting naked in front of some stranger just because he has a stethoscope in his hands!”

That hadn’t been the end of her complaints. Even the female practitioner they rounded up could do nothing to please her. There was just no satisfying her today, and Pavel

wondered for the tenth time what had gone wrong…

Mindful of his promise not to pressure her, he’d reluctantly taken her back to her

room. Wanting nothing more than to hold her all through the night, cuddle her in his arms, he had to keep his word. He’d left her snuggled under the covers, cute mouth slightly open.

She’d probably deny with her last breath that she snored, but Pavel had found the gentle burr endearing.

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