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  “Fucking gorgeous,” Thrace murmured in her ear and Trin watched, mesmerized as his big hands roved over her body, cupping her breasts, twisting her nipples until she moaned. Then his fingers slid lower to the place where they were joined.

  “Thrace,” she began but he was already talking again as he touched her.

  “I love the contrast of my skin against yours,” he whispered roughly in her ear. “Love the sight of my lighter shaft entering the sweet, dark depths of your pussy. Watch.”

  His long fingers spread her wide, opening her cunt, showing the place where he filled her. Then with a long, slow movement, he withdrew until only the head of his cock was still inside her.

  Trin moaned breathlessly, entranced by the sight of his shaft all slippery with her juices. It was a sight that was at once obscene and beautiful and she felt she couldn’t have looked away even if watching what they were doing together had made her go blind.

  “Thrace, please,” she whispered again. “I should…we shouldn’t be doing it this way. It shouldn’t feel this way…this good.”

  “Can’t help it baby—I want to make you feel good. Need to make you feel good. Like this…see?”

  As she watched, he stuck two fingers in his mouth to get them nice and wet, Reaching between her legs, he bracketed her throbbing clit with them. As he slid his shaft slowly back into her pussy, the two fingers began to slide up and down, caressing the sides of her sensitive little pearl until she felt like every nerve in her body was on fire with need.

  “Ahh!” she gasped as he pierced her to the core again, all the time stroking her clit. “Oh Goddess, please…”

  “Does it feel good, baby?” Thrace growled in her ear. “Feel good to let me fuck you?”

  “It…it does,” Trin gasped, her eyes still locked on the mirror, watching the erotic show they were putting on together. “It does but it should…it shouldn’t.”

  “It has to. Look, I didn’t want to tell you this but you need to know—you have to come to be cured,” he said.

  “I…I don’t understand,” Trin gasped. “Come to be cured? What does that mean?”

  “Means that in order to counteract the passion berry wine, I need to pump my seed as deeply into your pussy as possible. If you come while I’m filling you, the contractions of your inner walls will draw my seed deep into your womb—which is where it needs to be in order for this to work.”

  “Deep in my…but what about forming a bond? And what if I get…I mean, I’m not on any kind of contraception,” Trin protested.

  “Can’t be helped,” Thrace growled. “We’ll have to worry about the consequences later. Right now, we need to concentrate on saving your life. Which means you need to work with me—not against me.”

  Reluctantly, Trin saw the truth of his words. As wrong as it felt, this would all be for nothing if he didn’t manage to heal her of the passion berry wine’s toxic effects.

  “All right,” she whispered. “What…what do I have to do?”

  “Squeeze me,” Thrace told her. “Use your inner muscles to clench tight around my shaft. That should help you pull my seed even deeper when I come in you. And work yourself on me—ride my cock.”

  “How…”

  “There’s a rhythm. Watch.” He began to roll his hips, pulling almost all the way out of her and thrusting back in as he stroked her clit. “Feel that?” he murmured in her ear. “Do you feel the rhythm of our lovemaking?”

  “I think so…” Experimentally, Trin raised herself as he pulled out and lowered herself when he thrust back in. The result was that the head of his cock kissed the mouth of her womb harder than expected, making them both groan with the deep penetration.

  “That’s it—you’ve got it. Keep it up,” Thrace murmured, pulling out again. “And don’t forget to squeeze—milk me with your inner cunt, baby. Help me come as deep inside your sweet, wet pussy as I can.”

  “All…all right,” Trin whispered breathlessly. Goddess this is wrong, so wrong, whispered the little voice in her head. But she was no longer paying any attention to it. She told herself she couldn’t afford to pay any attention. She had to give herself to Thrace completely—had to let herself go and fuck him back if she wanted to survive. And above all else, she did want to survive—otherwise she would have lay down and died instead of accepting his shaft in her pussy.

  Biting her lower lip with effort, she concentrated on working herself up and down on his shaft, meeting and matching his rhythm as she clenched and relaxed her inner muscles, trying her best to milk the seed from his cock into her pussy.

  “That’s right, baby,” Thrace murmured in her ear. He was still stroking her clit with one hand and with the other, he was pinching and twisting her swollen nipples. “Gods, look at how sexy you are, taking all of my cock so deep in your sweet little cunt. Watch in the mirror as we fuck each other, watch your pussy take my shaft to the hilt…so fucking hot.”

  Trin moaned helplessly, watching the two of them fuck in the mirror. The girl with long, dark hair was rolling her hips in time with the male’s thrusts, taking him as deeply as she could—her open pussy accepting his bare shaft easily, almost greedily as though she couldn’t wait to feel him coming inside her, filling her with his thick cum. Her breasts were thrust out, her nipples tight and dark with need and she was panting as she worked herself on his cock, worked hard for his pleasure and her own…

  “Goddess,” she whispered. “Oh, Thrace…”

  “Ride my cock,” he growled in her ear, stroking her swollen clit even faster. “Ride me and help me come in you, baby.”

  The erotic and forbidden sight in the mirror and his hot wores almost as much as his thick shaft filling her finally drove Trin over the edge. She felt her pleasure gathering once more and this time she didn’t try to hold it back.

  “Thrace,” she wailed, feeling herself beginning to clench helplessly around him. “Thrace, oh please…I think I’m…I’m going to…”

  “That’s right baby,” he growled in her ear, picking up the pace of his thrusting. “That’s right—come for me. Come for me so I can fill you with my seed.”

  Trin was helpless to disobey. With a low gasp, she felt her orgasm overtaking her, felt the hot wave of pleasure washing over her as her nipples tightened and her clit throbbed.

  With a low groan, Thrace allowed her orgasm to trigger his own. Gripping her hip with one hand, he pulled her down against him and thrust up hard at the same time, pressing the head of his cock to the mouth of her womb, getting as deeply into her pussy as he possibly could.

  Trin cried out as she felt a hot, wet rush bathing her core. She heard herself moaning as spurt after spurt of his seed jetted deep inside her. Oh Goddess, this was so wrong—the final defilement! Yet there was nothing she could do but take it, nothing she could do but spread her legs wider and try to take him deeper, try to let his cum fill her as much as possible to save her life.

  And then Thrace wrapped both long, muscular arms around her waist and pulled her even closer.

  “I love you, Trin,” he whispered deep inside her head. “Gods help me, I love you so damn much…”

  Chapter Twenty-nine

  Trin stiffened against him, not sure what to say. Then she realized that Thrace’s deep, growling voice had been coming from inside her head.

  What the hell? she thought uncertainly. That can’t be right, can it? How could I hear his voice from inside my head? That’s impossible, right?

  “Not if we’re bonded,” the big Havoc murmured in her head. “And though I don’t have much knowledge of this—since I swore I would never bond myself to a female—I believe that is what this means.”

  “Oh my Goddess, you heard what I was thinking? And I can hear what you’re thinking?” Then what he had told her began to sink in. “And that means we’re bonded?” She stared at him in the mirror they were still facing.

  “I’m sorry,” Thrace said aloud. He rubbed a hand over his face. “I never meant for this to happen. I only