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  Her decision made, Kari turned around and slowly walked toward her bedchamber. Though his footfalls were silent with the practiced skill of a fierce hunter, she knew without looking back that he was following her. When she entered the bedchamber, Kari wasted no time in getting straight to the point. Climbing onto the large vesha bed, she turned to face him and sat back on her heels.

  Isar said nothing, but his blazing eyes said everything. His gaze flicked from her face, to her breasts, to her pussy, and back again. He took his time studying every inch of her, her arousal increasing as he did so. She felt like he was attempting to memorize everything about her so in his darkest, emptiest moments he’d be able to recall their time together with complete clarity. She couldn’t say she didn’t understand why because she was doing the same thing to him.

  They were two lost souls who’d finally found their way home. Both of their futures might have lain elsewhere, but for whatever time they had left together, they could both experience, at long last, the completion they felt only in each other’s presence.

  “I want you, Isar,” Kari said softly. “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”

  Their gazes clashed. His eyes, always so haunted, glowed with emotion. “I want you too, Kari,” the warlord admitted in a quiet rumble. “No matter what happens, always know ‘tis only you I love.”

  Tears sprang to her eyes. Had those words been uttered by any other man she would have called bullshit, yet she knew that where Isar was concerned there was no pretense. He meant everything he said. The entire situation was emotional and confusing. She didn’t understand how she’d turned into a soothsayer where this warrior was concerned, but then neither did she understand Trystonni mating. If this is what the stolen Galian women of lore had felt, she doubted they put up much resistance to their alleged kidnappings.

  One moment Isar had been fully clothed and a blink of an eye later he was as naked as Kari. The initial shock of once again witnessing his ability to telekinetically do things like that was quickly replaced by the ever-tightening knot of arousal in her belly. Her breath caught in the back of her throat as her silver-blue gaze drank up the sight of him. He was beautiful.

  His massive arms were riddled with tribal tattoos, while his sculpted torso and long, muscled legs were devoid of them. When he turned around for a brief moment to kick his clothes away, she noted that his back was the most heavily tattooed part of him.

  Kari’s pulse raced. Everything about him was perfect.

  Isar’s cock, so thick and long, was even sexier than she’d imagined it would be while masturbating to thoughts of him thrusting it inside her. Kari blew out a breath as the giant warlord made his way toward her. Shivering with anticipation, her nipples hardened as he got on the bed and joined her on his knees. As they continued memorizing each other’s bodies, it occurred to Kari that she’d never felt more desired or cherished.

  She came up on her knees and reached for his neck, wanting to put her arms around him. Understanding, Isar craned his neck and lowered himself to the extent he could to accommodate her. “Kari…”

  “They took my name from me too,” she admitted. “Please, just when we’re alone, call me by my birth name. Call me Kara.”

  His eyes widened almost imperceptibly. With Isar being a native of Tryston, she could tell that further explanation of why her name had been taken from her wasn’t necessary.

  “Whilst alone then,” Isar murmured, “’tis Kara.”

  She could have cried. Instead she threw her arms around him and reached up to kiss him.

  His mouth came down on top of hers, his tongue immediately demanding entry. She took him in, his moan intoxicating, as he wrapped her in his powerful embrace and kissed her with the passion of a thousand men. Her hand, so tiny by comparison, found his cock and began stroking it.

  “Kara,” he gasped, tearing his mouth from hers, “I needs be inside you now, pani.”

  His breathing was already labored. Perspiration dotted his brow. Seeing her effect on him was as intoxicating as it was heady.

  “Then fuck me, Isar,” she boldly whispered. “Because I need you too.”

  He gently prodded her down onto her back, his heavy body coming to rest between her thighs. His calloused fingers played with her pussy hair before trailing up to massage her stiff nipples. She whimpered as he toyed with her, never so turned on in her life.

  “I’ll come back to these nipples that belong to me later,” he half growled. Bending his neck, he sucked on one and then the other as though he couldn’t help himself. She groaned and pulled his head in closer. He sucked on her nipple for another few seconds before releasing it with a popping sound.

  “Fuck me, Isar,” she breathed out. “Please.”

  Her words, dirty in every language, drove him crazy with desire. His teeth gritting, he held his cock by the shaft and guided it toward her wet entrance. Kari’s eyes widened when she felt the head try to get inside her. He was too massive—it wasn’t going to fit.

  “’Twill be all right, Kara,” Isar thickly promised. His heavy-lidded eyes signified a gnawing lust. “’Twill hurt for a short time, but then will be naught but pleasure.” He placed a quick kiss on her forehead. “’Tis a vow amongst…” His voice trailed off. She could feel his emotional pain again. “’Tis a vow,” he said simply.

  Kari no longer cared about the impending physical pain. She just wanted Isar’s sadness to disappear. “I trust you,” she whispered, smiling up at him. She didn’t understand why she did, but her words were honest. “I trust you.”

  Isar’s gaze searched hers. His jaw tightened. “One day you will wear my necklace,” he promised her. “I’m sorry, Kara.”

  “Sorry for wh—”

  Kari screamed as Isar impaled her, seating himself to the hilt. She instinctively flailed beneath him, trying in vain to remove him.

  “Shhh shhh,” he said thickly, “’twill make it worse do you move.”

  She didn’t think there was such a thing as worse, but didn’t wish to test the theory either. Against her volition, tears stung her eyes. “It hurts,” she gasped, embarrassed by the child-like tremble in her voice. “Really badly.”

  For whatever reason, he seemed turned on by her tears. She decided it had to be a Trystonni male thing. Going where no other warrior had gone before and all that.

  “Tell me when your channel adjusts to my cock,” Isar hoarsely instructed her. His jaw was clenched, every muscle in his body flexed with tension. “By the goddess, Kara, your tight pussy feels so good.”

  His erotic words worked like an aphrodisiac. As the stabbing sensation between her thighs eased and the stinging tears calmed, her body began to relax. “It’s better,” she told him. “It doesn’t hurt as bad.”

  It was all the coaxing he needed. Isar’s nostrils flared as he began to slowly move inside her.

  He hadn’t lied. The pain was turning into pleasure. She had no idea how such was possible, but neither did she care.

  “Oh my God,” Kari breathed out. “Yesss.”

  He picked up the pace, his small movements turning into full, possessive strokes. His cock plunged in and out of her tight pussy, over and over, again and again. Her eyes slowly closed as her head lolled back on the vesha hide.

  “Look at me, Kara,” Isar hoarsely commanded. “I want to know ‘tis only I you see.”

  Kari forced her eyes open. Their gazes, so animalistic now, clashed and held. She moaned as he fucked her, her tits jiggling beneath him with each thrust. Her pulse raced. “Harder,” she demanded between gasps, “faster.”

  His teeth gritting, Isar complied. He fucked her pussy harder, primitive growls erupting from his throat. He impaled her over and over, again and again, fucking her as if he meant to brand her. “Mine,” he territorially ground out. “Only mine.”

  Perspiration-slicked skin slapped against perspiration-slicked skin. The sound of her pussy getting thoroughly owned permeated the bedchamber, turning her on impossibly more. Kari e