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  “No,” she said, trying to keep a steady voice. “No, I’m sorry but I can’t.”

  Forcing herself to be hard and cold, she walked stiffly to the bed. There she stripped off the green Yonnie Six gown, tearing the white lace panels in the process and letting it fall in a heap on the floor. She kicked it carelessly aside—it wasn’t like she would ever need it again. Hooking her thumbs in the tiny string panties that went with the gown, she pushed them down her hips. Then she turned to Thrace and spread her arms, showing herself to him. Offering herself to him.

  “Here I am,” she whispered in a voice that only trembled a little. “Come and do it. Before I change my mind.”

  He came to her slowly, his face like a thundercloud. Trin’s heart thudded in her chest but she lifted her chin and met his eyes. If they were going to do this, it would be on her terms and her terms alone. She just wished her pussy would stop throbbing and her nipples would stop tingling. She told herself it was just the passion berry wine working on her but the closer he got, the stronger the urge to reach for him became. Trin could smell his warm, spicy scent—what he’d called his bonding scent—surrounding her. Goddess, how could she want him so much when she knew it was so wrong?

  No, stop it—stay strong! she ordered herself. She got on the bed, naked on her knees with her hands on her thighs. Thrace knelt opposite her in the same position.

  “All right,” he growled. “If that’s the way you want it, we’ll get right to it.”

  He reached between her legs and cupped her pussy.

  “What are you doing?” She started to back away but he shook his head.

  “Un-uh, baby—hold still. You want it over and done with? Fine, we can do it like that. But first I have to see if you’re ready for me. I won’t hurt you just to ease your guilt. If we’re going to do this, you have to be wet enough to take me.”

  “Fine.” Trin gritted her teeth and held still while he spread her pussy lips and stroked her inner folds, testing her wetness. Despite Thrace’s angry tone, his big hand was infinitely gentle as he explored her. She tried to stifle her moans as his long fingers stroked slowly around her throbbing clit, caressing the little bundle of nerves so tenderly she felt like she might scream.

  “Satisfied?” she asked at last, wishing her voice didn’t come out so high and breathy. Goddess, he was driving her crazy! The way he was touching her felt good—much too good. I shouldn’t be enjoying this. Shouldn’t want it at all—any of it. But how could she help wanting him when he touched her like this?

  “Almost. Just need to check if you’re wet enough inside. Can you let me do that baby?” His voice was a soft growl that sent shivers down her spine as much as the sparks of pleasure his gentle, insistent touch was sending through her body. “Can you let me penetrate you with my fingers one more time before I fill you with my cock?”

  “I…I guess so,” Trin whispered, trying not to let the hot, forbidden words affect her.

  “Good.” Thrace looked into her eyes as he slid two long, thick fingers into the depths of her cunt.

  “Ahh!” Unable to help herself, she gripped his bicep to keep her balance as he thrust deep to penetrate her to the core. She could feel his fingertips caressing the end of her channel and she knew that soon his shaft would be there. It felt so good Trin could hardly stand it but she forced herself to hold still and not work herself against the invading fingers as they fucked slowly in and out of her.

  I’m not enjoying this, she told herself sternly. I’m not, I’m not, I’m not! But if she wasn’t enjoying it, why was her pussy so hot and wet for him already? Why did her body react so strongly to his gentle, teasing touch? It’s the passion berries—just the passion berries, she tried to tell herself but she only half believed it.

  At last, Thrace withdrew his fingers. Still keeping his eyes locked with hers, he sucked them into his mouth, cleaning away all her juices. The sensuous gesture made her shiver with desire and Trin wanted to melt in a puddle at his feet—to open herself completely and let him lick and suck and pleasure her until she couldn’t think anymore—until she could only feel.

  But that was wrong. She shouldn’t be enjoying this. Suddenly the images she’d seen in the temple as a girl rose into her mind again—the females on their hands and knees, being taken from behind in the most brutal and animalistic way possible. That was what she deserved for doing this—pain and humiliation. That was what she needed.

  “I hope you’re satisfied now,” she said, trying to keep her tone curt and clipped. “Because I’m ready to get this over with.” Turning her back to him, she crouched on the bed on her hands and knees and defiantly spread her thighs, offering him free access to her naked, unprotected pussy.

  Then she waited, her whole body as tight as a wire—waited for him to take her. To shove the length of his long, thick shaft inside her and fill her with his seed.

  Nothing happened.

  Finally, Trin turned her head and looked at him.

  “Well?” Her voice came out too high again and she had to clear her throat and give it another try. “Well? What are you waiting for?”

  “You asked if I’m satisfied with your wetness.” Thrace frowned at her. “Well, I’m not.”

  “You’re not? But I…you…your fingers…” She broke off abruptly, biting her lip, thinking of how his long fingers had glistened with her juices. How could he say she wasn’t wet enough after seeing that? But Thrace was shaking his head.

  “You’re not ready yet. Just because you’re wet enough to take my fingers doesn’t mean you’re wet enough to take my shaft. It’s considerably thicker, as you know.” He stroked the long, thick ridge of flesh that was clearly visible under the tight black leather trousers he wore. “Don’t want to hurt you.”

  “Maybe I shouldn’t be ready,” Trin said in a low voice. “Maybe…maybe it should hurt.”

  Thrace frowned. “I told you, I won’t hurt you just to salvage your pride or ease you guilt. If we’re doing this, we’re going to do it right.”

  “Fine,” Trin said, lifting her chin. “And how do you propose we do it ‘right?’”

  “Just have to get you a little more ready. Don’t worry, baby—I can take care of it.” His eyes were half-lidded as he leaned down to place a hot kiss on the place where her upper thigh met her buttock.

  “What are you—?” Trin started to get up and turn around but his heavy hand on her back stopped her.

  “Don’t move. I said I can handle it.”

  Suddenly he was behind her on his hands and knees, his long arms wrapped around her thighs to split her wide. Trin gasped as she felt his hot breath on her bare ass.

  She started to close her legs but Thrace nipped her tender flesh sharply. Trin cried out and stopped struggling to shut her thighs.

  “Ow! Why did you do that?”

  “You have to hold still. Surrender to me, baby—surrender completely. Remember—this isn’t your fault and it isn’t your choice. You don’t even want it—I’m only doing it to save your life.”

  “I know.” It was what she had been telling herself but all the same Trin bit her lip, wondering why his words made her feel so sad…so small. The next minute he nipped her again, drawing her out of her reverie. “Please!” she gasped. “What are you going to do?”

  “Going to taste you, baby.” His voice was a low, hungry growl. “Going to lick you open—lick your sweet little cunt until you’re completely ready to take me.”

  “But I don’t think…I shouldn’t let you,” Trin gasped. “I told you, I don’t want it to feel good. I don’t want to come! I don’t….ohhhh.” Her protests ended in a moan as she felt his hot tongue connect with her outer pussy lips and he took a long, slow, leisurely taste between her thighs.

  “It’s not up to you. Not anymore,” Thrace growled, looking up briefly. “So just relax, baby. Relax and let me lick you open.”

  Trin moaned again and writhed helplessly as she felt his hot tongue invade her inner folds. She couldn’t h