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  “Damn it, you can’t do this!” she cried, thrashing beneath him.

  “No, you cannot do this!” he roared, hating the terrible pain in his chest that came every time he thought of losing her.

  She stilled and blinked against her tears, breaking his heart until he wanted to rub at the sore spot like an animal licking its wounds. “He wants you dead, Zarn. I know he does, because we’ve ruined everything for him by changing you back and breaking the curse.”

  He nodded, his voice a low, rough treble of sound. “And he wants the same for you. That is why he must die, Tess, by my hand.”

  “Please, I beg of you, don’t do this. This is my fight. I cannot…cannot lose you too.”

  “Why?” he demanded, pressing her, his heart all but beating its way out of his chest in anticipation of her words. “Why, Tess?”

  But she refused to answer him, turning her face back into the bedding, and he wanted to roar. He wanted to snarl and shout and bellow out his frustration, but instead, he heard himself carefully saying, “I love you, Tess. And I honor you, hold you more valuable than my life. Will be by your side for eternity. All that I ask is your faith and love in return. Is that really so bad?”

  “Please, Zarnak. Please, just make love to me. Make it all go away. I can’t think about it any longer. Make it disappear,” she sobbed, and with a harsh, fractured sound jerking from his chest, his eyes hot with emotion, he found her delicate, beautifully drenched opening and shoved himself into her, going hard and heavy and deep, landing himself within that silken channel until he felt the throbbing head of his dick slam into her womb. She cried out at the violence of his penetration, the brutal depth of his invasion, turning her face to the side, and he leaned over her, capturing her mouth with his, filling that sweet well with his tongue. She whimpered into his eating kiss, a passionate sound of surrender, and he felt the moment when everything in her body gave itself over to him. Hunger poured through, powerful and thick and wanting to claim her so thoroughly that he knew nothing beyond the feel of her, the urgency of his possession.

  “Trust me, Tess,” he whispered against her lips, tasting the saltiness of her tears. He moved one hand between their legs, sliding his fingers around the impossibly stretched, straining ring of her vulva, where his pumping cock filled her, and drenched his fingers in her juices. When they were slippery and slick, he placed his fingers at the tight little pucker of her ass and stroked her slowly, softly, teasing her with the promise of what was to come.

  “Oh god,” she moaned thickly, and to his awed surprise, she pushed that lush little ass back against him, begging for the intimacy of his stroke.

  “Tess,” he rumbled, undone by her eagerness to have him, to follow his lead and trust him to guide her into dark, carnal pleasure. “I’m going to make you feel so fucking good, little one. I’m going to fill up all these pretty little pink holes of yours,” he rasped against her trembling lips, nibbling the corner of her mouth. “And soon I’m going to take you here,” he promised darkly, loving the bite of her ass as he pushed one fingertip into the taut rim, working it past that strong ridge of muscle. “I’m going to lube you up and fuck my cock into you right here, right up your rosy little ass. Fill your tender, precious little pussy with my thick fingers, your sweet mouth with my tongue, and work you until you scream the walls down. Until you pass out, my sweet little Tess.”

  She cried out, pushing her ass back, taking his finger up to the first knuckle, and around his cock her cunt fluttered like a tight, hungry throat.

  “All of them, Tess. I told you I’d be filling all these pretty little pink holes,” he growled, and then he pushed his tongue past her lips, pumping himself into her mouth and ass and cunt with ravaging purpose. His other hand snaked around her hip to play at the sopping silk of her pussy, rimming the stuffed slit, tweaking her clit softly with the calloused tip of his finger. And all the while his finger pumped deeply into her backside until she was screaming into his kiss, her pussy pouring over him, drenching him in liquid heat as she broke and came in a breathtaking flood. The rich spill of her cum soaked him, dripping down their thighs, and the room filled with the wet, slapping sounds of their furious fucking.

  Her climax went on and on as she crashed around him, until finally he wrenched his mouth from hers and breathed in a deep, heavy breath, his lungs hurting, his balls burning with the need to fill her while he struggled to hold back his release. She lifted the dark, lush line of her thick lashes and looked directly at him, her mouth swollen and bruised, the most stunning creature he had ever seen in all his years of living.

  “You’re too beautiful to keep,” she said huskily, her words shaking as he pumped his finger deeper into her tight ass—all the way inside—and pounded her with his burgeoning cock. “Like…like a priceless treasure to be enjoyed while one walks through a museum, but knowing that the beauty will be equally enjoyed by those who walk behind you. The kind of priceless treasure that you know you can never own or hold onto.”

  “You are wrong, Tess,” he growled down at her, breathing deeply of her addictive scent, understanding exactly what she was trying to say. “You are my heart, my life,” he vowed, meaning every word. “I’ve been waiting for you for so long. How can you not feel what you are to me? Why will you not allow yourself to believe? There is no one else for me but you. My cock no longer grows hard but for this strong, lovely body. Naught for another being, ever again, Tess. Only for you. Only for my life…for my love.”

  She squeezed her eyes tightly shut and tears leaked from beneath the sooty line of her lashes, trailing over her flushed cheeks and her temples.

  “Tell me, Tess,” he demanded, driving into her with all his strength until she was being powered up the bed, her hands rising to brace herself against the hard surface of the headboard, while his fingers pumped her ass and clit with single-minded purpose, wanting her to crash again, wanting to feel her breaking around him at the exact moment he exploded. “What were you made for? Tell me, now, with my cock reaming into your perfect little cunt, fucking you raw. Tell me, Tess, because I’ll fuck it out of you if I have to. Now, damn it, if for no other reason than that I need to hear it!” he roared.

  “I was made for you!” she sobbed, her eyes flying open, snagging instantly on his hot, burning stare. “I was made for your cock. I was made to take your cum, to ease your hunger, and to make you ache with pleasure. I was made for you to fuck, Zarnak. For you and no other, and you know it.”

  Everything inside him erupted with hot, explosive passion, her words pushing him beyond control. Overcome with vicious, possessive need, he felt that primitive part of his soul take over and was lost. The next thing he knew, he had thrown her to her back, her legs pressed wide by his biting fingers, his tongue pumping into her sex-swollen cunt, eating at her tender pussy, savoring the blissful taste of their fucking. When he felt her ripple around his thrusting tongue, felt her pulsing orgasm claiming her again, exploding powerfully against his mouth, he rose up and nailed her to the bed with his full, aching cock, drilling her into the mattress, fucking her harder and deeper than he’d ever dared to take a woman. Her passionate cries for more filled his head like the sweetest music, her body the ultimate paradise, and his passion for her was like a ravaging beast…unquenchable. His need for her only grew more urgent with each taste of her fragile, silky flesh as he bent and latched onto one velvety nipple, the rich cream of her cum soaking them both, his balls wet with it, as well as his fingers…his lips. He felt covered in her, coated, and he reveled in the taking, the marking of his body as her own.

  Her own. Hers. Forever.

  With her lush nipple plump against his tongue, he wrenched free of the blisteringly hot, fist-tight depths of her cunt, knowing there was something he had to do…to see…to feel, before he came. A small pop of sound and her nipple was released from the suction of his mouth, shiny and wet, and he smiled wickedly as he crawled over her shivering body, his movements stalking and slow. He didn’t stop until hi
s knees were planted either side of her shoulders and the wet, bulging head of his dick was touching the bruised rose of her lower lip, smearing her cream and the small bursts of pre-cum he could feel leaking from his tip onto her silken skin. Her big, velvety brown eyes went hazy with pure pleasure, with primal anticipation, as she stared up at him, the flush in her cheeks like a blaze of warmth, while the air around them all but sparked and crackled with the heat they generated.

  Wrapping his fist around the broad root of his shaft, Zarnak rolled his hips and pushed the swollen crown between her tender, eager lips, forcing her mouth to struggle to open wide enough for the heavy girth of his cock. He smiled grimly when he felt her tongue stroke shyly against the underside of his bulging cock head, investigating him…learning him.

  “That’s it, little one,” he hissed through his teeth as she swiped at him again, her tongue bolder than before, lingering on his sensitive skin, her nostrils flaring as she breathed through her nose because her beautiful mouth was stuffed full of his cock. “Taste it, Tess. I want you to know what our fucking tastes like. How hot and wild we are together. How perfect.”

  “Mmm,” she moaned, and his jaw clenched as the humming sound vibrated against his shaft, her clever little tongue digging into the nestled slit on his cock head, rooting for more of his flavor. He groaned a desperate sound of raw, masculine need, and she pulled back enough to mutter, “Love it,” before latching onto him again and swirling her tongue around the thrumming crest, struggling up to her elbows so that she could reach more of him.

  “I can tell, Tess,” he half laughed, half moaned as she began sucking on him hungrily, taking a few inches into the sweet, liquid bliss of her mouth while that wicked tongue teased him mercilessly. Then she bobbed her head, moving up and down the top portion of his rigid cock, taking him a bit deeper each time as she discovered her rhythm, and he damn near went crashing over the edge.

  “Fuck, that’s so good,” he grated roughly, staring down at her, knowing he looked like a besotted fool as she began sucking his cock like a hungry little temptress—the provocative kitten licks of her tongue making his heart pound until the roaring beat filled his head, violent and hard, building in tempo.

  “I like this too,” she panted as she let him slip free of her damp lips, a mischievous smile curling over the rosy, swollen beauty of her mouth.

  “What, little one?” he rasped, wanting to shove himself into her, everywhere—mouth, pussy and hot little ass—and just break her open, break her apart, until there was no part of her that he couldn’t reach and touch and hold as his own. “What do you like? Sucking on me? Licking me? You enjoy eating my cock when it tastes like your sweet little pussy, all coated in that honey-sweet cum of yours that I’ll never get enough of?”

  She blinked up at him, cheeks burning crimson and hot while her eyes glittered with excitement and something that was animal-wild—that matched him so perfectly.

  “I like fucking you with my mouth. I like being the one in control. Like the fact that now you’re at my mercy and I’m fucking you. I like it a lot, Zarnak.”

  He smiled, because he could see the blatant sexual challenge in her beautiful gaze, the liquid depths daring him to take her—to claim her—to penetrate and possess her in a frenzy of hard, mind-shattering fucking that would bind them completely.

  She was impossibly, vibrantly gorgeous, staring up at him with that smoldering look of sexual promise—taunting him with the dare to take everything that he wanted. He loved everything about her, from her sweet innocence and insatiable sexual hunger, to her gentle compassion and her steely strength. His tender angel and avenging warrior. She was perfection to him. The creaminess of her silken skin and the dark fall of her lustrous hair. Her pride and indelible sense of honor. That intoxicating wit and brilliant mind. Her scent and taste and the feel of ecstasy that consumed him when he became a part of her and she wrapped him up in her womanly softness. He’d never known what it would feel like to lose his soul in love, and now that he had…he wanted to wrap himself around her and protect her from the world.

  “I know what you want,” he said softly, brushing his thumb against the stretched corner of her mouth, watching as she sucked him in again, before pulling back. She moaned as he gripped his cock and stroked the wet, ruddy head against the provocative curve of her lower lip, painting the damp silk of her mouth with the sharp pulses of pre-cum that he struggled to hold back. “And I’ll always give it to you, Tess. Even when I’m on my back and you’re riding me, angel, it will be this hard cock shafting you, drilling you, hammering up into you. It will be this cock fucking up into you while you take your ride. In life we will be equals, but in passion I will be the one in control—the one who forces you past your limits and makes you take everything I give you. And you love that. You love the way I take you. Love knowing that I’m going to be controlling your pleasure for the rest of eternity. That I’ll be the one fucking you hard and deep and always, in whatever ways that I want, because we both know that you’re strong enough to take it—that you’ll battle me for control and make the taking of it that much sweeter.”

  “Yes,” she gasped, trying to capture him with her mouth as she panted, but he pulled out of reach, laughing a low, wicked sound of feral joy, and within seconds he had her scooped up into his arms, her back plastered against the wall while his knees straightened and his feet dug into the luxurious bedding. Wrenching her skirt out of his way, he hooked her legs over his arms, spread her open and shoved himself deep with a sudden, slamming thrust that made her jerk and scream, “Oh god, yes! Yes!”

  “I know, lass. I told you I knew what you wanted,” he murmured softly beneath her ear, nipping at the damp, silken length of her throat as his body crammed itself into the clenching liquid depths of her cunt, driving her against the unyielding surface of the wall, so that she had no retreat—no choice but to take the long, burgeoning inches of thick cock he drove into her—forced to take the pleasure he gave her. His arms lifted higher, spreading her legs so that she was completely at the mercy of his power and strength…and that cramming shaft. His cock hit her high and deep with each impaling thrust, the thick, granite-hard shaft pumping into her over and over again. “A lass cannot get more fucked than this, Tess.”

  “Uhhnn,” she moaned, beyond words, the animal sounds breaking huskily from her throat washing over him in a teasing caress that drove him fucking wild.

  “So beautiful,” he growled, tilting her body until each inward thrust of his hips sent him slamming into her pleasure-swollen clit. “It’s so damn beautiful seeing you so thoroughly fucked. So full of me. I’m everywhere inside you. Feel it, lass. Feel me. You belong to me, Tess. All of you, and I’ll never let you get away. Never.”

  “I’m yours,” she keened breathlessly, surrendering herself entirely. “My body belongs to no one but you. I’m yours forever, Zarn.”

  He looked down into her upturned face and felt as if he’d been punched when he found her love-filled gaze shimmering back at him. Gods, he thought, and that precious, powerful look ripped his restraint away and sent him careening into the most explosive climax he had ever experienced. His head flew back as a raw, animal cry burned up from his chest, filling the sultry air, and his cock bulged, ramming to the back of her cunt, shoving hard and deep as the cum erupted from the heavy tip and flooded her warm, sweet depths. His teeth gnashed as he pumped and pumped his cum into her, feeling each blast screaming down his nerve endings. His hips ground against her, working them tighter and tighter together, until finally he collapsed against her, quivering and spent, his eyes squeezed tight as hot moisture trailed over his cheeks.

  His knees buckled and they fell back on the bed, rolling together, laughing like carefree children, their clothes helplessly wrecked and wrinkled between them, twisted about their warm, damp bodies. And as the laughter faded, they snuggled closer, entirely lost in one another.

  Her arms wrapped lovingly around his back, stroking his soaked flesh, and he shivere
d against her, her words of forever playing over and over through his mind in blinding crystal clarity, filling him with more joy than he’d ever known was possible.

  But as she drifted off to sleep beneath the heavy press of his arm as he held her, he suddenly realized she still had only given over her body.

  Fucking hell. She had not given over her heart.

  * * * * *

  Tess awoke from her dreams drenched in sweat, her hands knotted into fists against her heaving chest, while Zarnak lay like a silver-haired god beside her, his back to her as he faced the door, a sword within his large hand.

  Even in exhausted sleep, he was prepared to protect her.

  And he had every right to feel worn out, after the carnal demands they had made of one another throughout the intense hours of physical passion.

  She longed to curl into that beautiful expanse of muscled back and nuzzle against the warm, masculine skin that smelled of man and sex, but she couldn’t do it.

  The dreams couldn’t be denied.

  Somehow, she had seen a vision of Emily held captive within a warrior’s chamber, chained to the wall. And she had seen the man watching her, if man he could be called. His dark, glittering green eyes never left Emily’s small form. The sheer brutal intensity of his stare was terrifying.

  But what frightened her most were the dangerous emotions she could sense unfolding within her sister. As if she’d been handed a lock that slipped into her sister’s mind, she could sense Emily’s feelings toward this monster.

  And she knew that Emily was in far more trouble than she’d ever imagined.

  As impossible as it seemed, Tess feared that her sister had fallen in love with the devil himself.

  Praying that night had finally fallen, she slipped soundlessly from the bed and turned away from the beautiful sight of her man as she slipped back into her wrinkled clothes, almost whimpering with relief when she spied his long, lethal dagger lying atop his discarded boots. The blade was far more lethal than what she’d practiced with, but it would do. It had to.