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  To her surprise it wasn’t cold and hard as she had feared. The heart’s blood stone was warm as blood and while not exactly soft, it was at least very smooth and silky to touch.

  “There, see?” Thrace raised an eyebrow at her. “It’s not so bad, right?”

  “I…guess not,” Trin whispered. “It’s bigger than I thought it was, though.”

  “Only a little bigger than my two fingers,” he murmured reassuringly. “I’m going to slide it into you slowly, Mistress. And while I do, I’m going to stroke your sweet little clit. You just let yourself open up and ride it for me—take it in deep and slow. Let me penetrate you and when you’re ready, let yourself come.”

  Those forbidden words spoken in his deep, soft voice seemed to do something to her insides. Trin felt like she was melting from the waist down and for a moment she actually wished it was Thrace’s shaft that would be sliding deep into her pussy rather than the heart’s blood phallus.

  Don’t be ridiculous, whispered the little voice in her head fiercely. You know that can never be. It would be a slap in the face of the Goddess! Blasphemy!

  Trin pushed the thought away. She didn’t want to feel guilty right now. She just wanted to give in to the sensations Thrace was giving her, give in to the pleasure of letting him touch her and taste her and fill her completely.

  As if reading her feelings on her face, Thrace began to push the carved phallus gently into her open pussy. At the same time, the broad pad of his fingertip began a slow, caressing slide along the side of her swollen clit.

  “Gently, baby,” he murmured, stroking her until Trin felt sparks of pleasure shooting through her entire body. “Watch the shaft enter you. Watch it open that hot little pussy.”

  “Thrace…” she moaned softly as he slid another thick inch inside her.

  “Yes, baby? Does it feel all right?”

  “Feels good,” Trin admitted. “Feels…better than all right.”

  “Just wait until it’s all the way in you.” He pressed in deeper, his fingertip on her clit beginning to speed up. “Wait until you feel it all the way inside you, hitting the back of your channel, filling you up completely.”

  “Will….will it be good?” Trin gasped, her eyes locked with his as he pressed the shaft deeper into her.

  “So good,” Thrace promised. “Better than my fingers…but not as good as my cock.”

  “Your…you mean if you…”

  “If I fucked you for real?” His voice was a deep, lustful growl. “If you allowed yourself to be truly penetrated, Mistress?”

  “But I wouldn’t…I couldn’t…” The forbidden thought was deeply distressing. All the same, her body wasn’t coming down from the physical high he was giving her. In fact, if anything the illicit idea was making her heart race faster and her breath come harder.

  “I know…” Thrace’s eyes were on her, watching her reactions, no doubt judging what she was feeling, gauging how much she wanted to hear. “But just imagine what it would be like,” he murmured, pressing the phallus deeper into her. “Imagine looking down and seeing my cock sliding into your wet, open pussy…filling you…stretching you like this little thing can’t.” He nodded contemptuously at the heart’s blood phallus which was more than halfway inside her right now.

  “Imagine the two of us being so close—imagine me inside you, my arms wrapped around you while you sat on my lap and lowered yourself down, taking me in…taking me at your own pace but taking me deep when you were ready. So fucking deep, baby. All…the way…to the end.”

  As he spoke, Trin felt the head of the heart’s blood shaft kiss the mouth of her womb and she threw back her head and moaned, feeling her pussy contract around the hard shaft inside her.

  “See how good it can feel?” Thrace murmured, his eyes never leaving her face. “Gods, look at your little pussy all stretched open around that shaft. Imagine if that was me, filling you up, getting ready to fuck you so deep…to come deep inside you.”

  “Stop!” Trin gasped. “Oh, Goddess, you know…you know that’s so wrong.”

  But if it was really so wrong, why did her body react so strongly to his hot, dirty words? Why did her hips roll up to meet him…why did her pleasure suddenly reach a peak and explode, making her cry out and ball her hands into fists as her toes curled and her back arched? Why did she come so hard, her pussy gripping the carved heart’s blood phallus and why did she wish so much that it had been Thrace’s shaft that made her come?

  “That’s right, baby,” she heard him said in a low, hungry growl. “That’s right, come for me. Just let yourself go and come for me.”

  Trin had no choice. She couldn’t stop herself—didn’t want to stop herself. She just wanted to ride the crest of pleasure as it washed her away and let her throbbing body explode in a rush of light as Thrace stroked her and talked to her. She just wanted to let go and come for him.

  Chapter Twenty-four

  At last the pleasure seemed to ease and Trin began to float slowly down from the intense orgasm she’d had. Still between her legs, Thrace watched her face for signs that she was coming back to herself.

  Gods, she was beautiful when she came! He couldn’t help replaying the moment of her orgasm in his mind. The way her hands had fisted and her toes had curled—her back arching and her breathing coming in long, breathless moans. Her eyes squeezed shut and her full breasts heaving, her nipples tight points of desire as dark as ripe, luscious berries. And the sight of the heart’s blood phallus buried deep in her pussy—invading her, opening her in the way he wanted to do himself—was incredibly hot.

  So hot that he had come himself at the same time, just from opening her and the slight friction of rubbing against the side of the sleeping platform as he watched her lose control. And as he came, he felt something inside himself changing—shifting irrevocably onto a new path.

  He had reached what some Havoc called the Crux—the point of no return.

  Coming together like that with her sweet honey still on his lips had been what tipped him over the edge, and Thrace knew it. The Crux was what all Havoc males feared and tried to avoid. The irrevocable commitment of mind, body, and soul to a female. It didn’t always happen when a Havoc broke his vow not to seek bonding with a female and gave his heart but when it did, it was undeniable and completely irreversible.

  He’d thought he was lost before but now…now he really was. With the Crux reached, he was completely hers in every way. And yet he couldn’t bring himself to be sorry for it. He was more concerned about Trin.

  He wondered if he had gone too far, speaking his fantasies aloud to her while she was on the brink of coming. And yet, his forbidden words hadn’t seemed to dampen her desire. If anything, it seemed she had come harder and faster once he started talking, started telling her what he wished he could do to her.

  “Thrace?” Her soft voice drew his attention from the blood red phallus still inside her up to her face.

  “Yes?” He looked up at her and saw an expression of uncertainty on her lovely features. “What’s wrong, baby?” he murmured.

  “It’s still in me.” She nodded down at the phallus. “Can you…take it out?”

  “Of course.” He slid the phallus out smoothly and laid it back on the velvet bag. Then, seeing that she needed reassurance, he got on the bed beside her and took her in his arms. “Everything okay?”

  “Now it is.” She nuzzled against him, pressing her soft cheek to his chest and inhaling deeply, taking in his scent. “How do you always know just how to calm me down? How to make me feel good?” she murmured.

  He wondered if he should tell her. Let her know what had happened just now—that he had reached the Crux when they came together.

  “I’m attuned to you now,” he said, trying to keep it simple. “My body is in sync with yours. It knows what you need and strives to give it to you.”

  “What does that mean…attuned?” Trin whispered, rubbing her cheek against his chest again. He loved the feel of her in his arms�€