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unrelenting. The atmosphere lent itself to dark memories or powerful lovemaking.
“Aramus hurt me, but he came with two thrusts. So it was over quickly.” Her
tongue felt thick, a bad taste forming in her mouth as she recalled the horrible moment.
“That was bad enough, but then each man had a turn. There were six men holding me
down. That’s what it took to keep me from ripping them to shreds. The only reason
why I wasn’t horribly injured was that each one of them came fast. But every thrust
hurt.” She shuddered. “They let me go and left Aramus’ quarters.” She sighed, trying to
relate her emotions as tears rolled down her face. “I lay on the cold floor for a while. I
couldn’t believe that could happen to me. I was angry at them but angry with myself
for not being able to fight them off.”
“There were too many. It wasn’t your fault.”
She nodded. “Intellectually I know that. Emotionally it’s hard to remember.”
“Of course.”
“I vowed that day I would never allow a man to have sex with me ever again.” She
closed her eyes to the storm.
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“That wasn’t sex.” His voice rasped, angry for her. “That was brutality and
punishment. They wanted power over you. A disgusting attempt to destroy you. But
you aren’t destroyed. You’re a whole, beautiful woman. They couldn’t take your soul
from you and your life.”
His words soothed the ache inside her. “I know.”
“I would give everything for you, Aknada. My heart. My life.”
She heard a break in his voice and it made her turn. Shock kept her silent for a
moment.
Tears glittered in his eyes. And as odd as it seemed, she felt like comforting him.
Touching him so that she’d know his warmth. She walked toward him, and when she
reached Marc, she slipped her arms around his neck to hug him. Slowly, ever so
tenderly, his arms circled her back and waist. As if he feared she’d balk or break, he
tucked her close. She rested there and moment to moment became acutely aware. His
naked chest felt hot against her breasts, the press of his still hard cock against her belly.
She quivered and he smoothed his hands over her back in a caress. Happiness replaced
uncertainty.
His embrace was gentle and comforting and his arms a haven. His breath brushed
her neck, his lips close to her skin. Heat came off him, warding away the chill taking
possession of her body. Every inch of his muscle screamed of power. Though she was a
Daryk One and stronger than most men, she would have to fight hard to win against
Marc. Yet she knew in her heart she would never have to. She trusted him with her life.
Her heart… Well, that was another thing.
After what seemed a long time, she drew back.
Deep within she craved deeper association with him, wanted their emotions to flow
back and forth with ease. Determination filled her. She didn’t want a hollow life filled
with regrets.
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“If all I had was this with you, I would still be a lucky woman indeed,” she said.
“But I know there is more I could have with you.” She smiled, the gesture fragile. “I will
come to you again and again until you can touch me and I feel nothing but pleasure.”
Unmistakable relief cleared his eyes. “Whatever you wish.” She nodded and he
returned to the bed to retrieve his tunic. He pulled it over his head. He strode to the
door and stopped with his hand on the door handle. Caution flickered in those blue
eyes. “Did you wear that dress to drive me mad?”
A laugh flowed easily from her. “Yes. Am I wicked?”
He rolled his gaze to the ceiling for a moment. “Extremely. I bid you good night.”
After he’d left, she went to the door and locked it. Her heartbeat thumped hard, but
this time with a growing recognition that she’d turned a corner.
Marc had always dared her. A small portion of her wanted to torture him, the way
a little girl teases a boy she likes. Oh yes. If he liked her dress, she knew what she wore
the next night would drive him mad. Dressing in an alluring fashion would make her
feel more sexual.
Any doubts she’d harbored that he didn’t care for her and didn’t want her had slid
away since she’d left the desert caravan. She wouldn’t make Marc prove himself over
and over. Any problems she had with intimacy rested on her, and she’d learned that
with time. She would banish her fears somehow. She’d learned that touching Marc
brought pleasure, and his embrace could soothe her pain and fear. By the god, it had
felt so wonderful in his arms.
Perhaps, just perhaps she could ease her own mind about a more intimate touch.
She slipped off her shoes and lay down on the bed for a few moments. Although
the storm outside gave no quarter, Aknada lay quiet and still as she reflected. She
hadn’t pleasured herself since long before the rapes. She’d forgotten how to find
sensual pleasure. If she learned pleasure within her own body, in the privacy of her
room, she had nothing to fear.
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Xandra left the bed long enough to shed her clothes. Without guilt or worry, she
began. At first exploration meant smoothing her hands over skin. She definitely had
curves. She wasn’t as slight as Xandra. She’d never been considered over her weight,
and most of her size amounted to muscle, bone and height. Her fingers slid over her [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
