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  “Sophia…” Sylvan’s voice was strained, as though he was trying to be patient and finding it awfully damned hard. “This isn’t going to work unless we have direct contact—a lot of it. You’ll have to lower yourself down onto me.”

  Sophie cleared her throat. “But I don’t…don’t have to put you, you know, inside me, do I? I mean aside from the fact that I’m not using any kind of protection I just don’t think you’d, uh, fit.”

  His eyes blazed. “As to that, you couldn’t conceive unless we were bonded. So it’s perfectly safe for you to have my seed inside you. But to answer your question, no, you don’t have to put my shaft into your pussy. It should be enough for you to rub against me—as long as you’re thorough.”

  “The way you were last night,” she said, and blushed again.

  “Yes.” He caught her gaze with his and held it. “The way I was last night when I spread you open and tasted you. Come down, Talana.” His voice was low and commanding, impossible to disobey. “Come down and let me feel that sweet, hot pussy against my cock. But first let me see how wet you are.”

  “I…I…” Sophie tugged at the hem of the towel, feeling both embarrassed and excited. “You want me to…to show you?”

  Slowly, he nodded. “Yes, show me. I want to see how wet you’re getting, my numala. Do you want to feel me against you as much as I want to feel your soft pussy against my shaft?”

  “I…I don’t know.” Sophie looked down uncertainly. She still held the bottom edge of the towel in her fingers. Slowly, trying not to think about it, she pulled it aside, putting herself on display for him.

  Sylvan watched as the towel parted and then let out a low groan. “Look how wet you are already, Sophia. Your thighs are already coated with your pussy honey.”

  “I can’t help it,” she whispered, feeling a wave of shame.

  “Don’t want you to help it.” His voice was hoarse with desire. “Come down, I want to feel all that sweet wetness against me. Against my cock.”

  Feeling both awkward and incredibly turned on, Sophia lowered herself until the lips of her pussy were just brushing the straining shaft of his cock. Leaning forward, she braced herself on his rock hard abdomen and began a slow, up and down sliding motion.

  Sylvan growled with approval. “Very good, Talana, but you’re not going far enough. You need to come all the way down. I need the maximum possible contact with you.”

  “You…you mean…?” Sophie looked at him.

  He nodded. “I mean you need to spread yourself open around me. Let my cock part your pussy lips and really press against you. Pretend…” He cleared his throat. “Pretend you’re trying to make yourself come.”

  “But what if…what if I do come? Won’t that make my scent even stronger?” she protested.

  “Not as long as you’re rubbing against me while you do,” he assured her. “My mating scent will mask your sweet fragrance, make it into something completely different. Now come on, Sophia. Open for me and come down.”

  There was nothing else she could do. Reaching between her legs, Sophia parted herself for him, opening her pussy which was embarrassingly slick, and lowered herself completely onto the straining shaft of his cock.

  They both groaned at the intimate contact. She could feel him rubbing against the entire length of her pussy now, pressing directly against her clit which was already swollen and oversensitive from her earlier orgasm in the shower. The sensation was so intense that Sophie had to just sit there for a moment, her legs trembling with tension, before she could go on.

  She still held the towel to one side and she stared, mesmerized, at the erotic sight between her legs. She could see herself pressing against him, spread out around him, with just the broad head of his cock thrusting out between them, pressed against his hard belly. It seemed almost to throb with need and for a brief instant, Sophie allowed herself to imagine what it would feel like to reach down and fit it against her entrance, to feel him pressing not against her but into her, filling her completely with the long, hard shaft she could feel between her pussy lips. Would it really be so bad, so frightening? Maybe not if she could be in charge the way she was now…

  Sylvan broke her train of thought by shifting under her. He thrust up with his hips so that the hard ridge of his cock rubbed against her. Sophie gasped and threw back her head as a bolt of pleasure shot through her. “Oh!” she moaned. “Oh, Sylvan…”

  The use of his name seemed to do something to the big warrior. He thrust up again and then again. “That’s right, Talana,” he growled as he moved against her. “Rub yourself against me. Ride my cock.”

  There was nothing else Sophie could do. She tried to hang on to him, bracing herself against his tense abdomen, but soon she found it was better and easier if she leaned back instead. Placing her hands on his muscular thighs, she arched her back and opened herself in a way she never would have believed was possible, as Sylvan moved against her again and again.

  Sophie heard herself moaning his name as he pressed against her clit, sliding and grinding against her in a way that sent electric bolts of pleasure through her entire body. The rhythmic motions dislodged her towel and before she could grab it, the damp piece of terrycloth slithered away, falling off her body and over the side of the bed.

  “Oh God!” Sophie froze, suddenly incredibly aware of her own nakedness. She couldn’t remember ever being in such a compromising position and while she didn’t hate her body, she didn’t exactly love it either. Not enough to show it off so blatantly, anyway. But when she started to dismount and reach for the towel, a low sound from Sylvan stopped her.

  “No. Please.” His eyes—thin rings of ice blue surrounding crimson pupils—were locked on her naked body and there was a look of pure hunger on his face. “Please,” he said again, looking up to meet her gaze. “Once we reach the ship I’ll never get to see you or touch you again. Please, Talana, let me drink in your beauty. Let me look at you.”

  The way he was looking at her made her blush all over but at the same time, she suddenly felt incredibly desirable and powerful. Here she was, straddling a massive warrior, strong enough to break the bed in half or kill her with his bare hands. Yet with all his power, he was helpless before her…under her. And the way he was looking at her made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the whole world. To him, I am, she realized as she watched him look at her. He doesn’t want anyone else. Just me.

  Years of shyness and body sensitivity suddenly seemed to fall away from her. Suddenly Sophie felt completely and utterly gorgeous. A goddess. Though she would never in a million years have thought herself capable of such blatant sexuality, she gave him what he wanted.

  She stopped trying to cover herself, stopped trying to hide her body. Instead she thrust out her breasts proudly and spread her legs, letting him see her completely in all her naked glory. And instead of waiting for Sylvan to thrust against her again, she began to move against him.

  “Gods,” he whispered hoarsely as she braced herself on his thighs and pressed forward in a long, slow slide. “You’re so beautiful, Sophia. So beautiful when you open yourself for me, when you rub your hot little pussy against my cock.”

  “You like it?” Sophia heard herself asking. “Like how it feels when I press against you like this?” God, what’s wrong with me? I’m talking like a porn star! But she couldn’t seem to stop. “I like it too,” she told him when he muttered a hoarse assent. “I…I like the way you feel against me. Even though I still don’t think you could, uh, you know, fit inside me.”

  “You would open to receive me,” Sylvan assured her as he watched, apparently mesmerized by the sight of her hot, open sex gliding against his cock. “You would be wet enough to take me all the way inside. And I would fill you slowly, I swear, Talana. I would make sure you had pleasure and no pain.”

  Sophie wasn’t at all sure that would be possible. To her way of thinking it didn’t matter how wet she got, he was just too damn huge. Well, thank goodness I don’t ha