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didn't answer, just continued to take
strokes of her body. His hand swirled over her breasts, down the
valley between them, and around her nipples, but without touching
the peaks. He heard her inhale sharply. He swirled his hand down to
where her femininity was stretched open on his stomach. He put his
finger over the spot he knew she wouldn't be able to resist.
    He felt it when she relaxed against him and
moisture rained from her core. Picking her up by the hips, he
maneuvered her to the head of his penis, standing ready to impale
her.
    Her eyes flew to his and she shook her head
slowly. "No, I--"
    He slowly began to push into her, the force
of his hands on her hips and the trembling in her thighs aiding
him. "Shh, shh."
    "Please, I--"
    He pressed two fingers against her clit with
ruthless intent and she panted softly, made a tiny, ragged sound as
she flooded with moisture and sank all the way down on him.
    She fell against his chest and shuddered
visibly.
    David felt the tight clasp of her body and
the sweet electric heat of her hot, wet skin clamping down on him
made him shake. She was warm and soft in his arms, and for now,
just the intense relief of being inside her was enough. His brain
took a walk, and his body and emotions took over. He lifted her
hips and forcibly made her take a stroke on him. And then
another.
    By the fourth stroke, she took over and his
hands left her hips and sank into her hair, pulling her face to
his, his mouth finding hers. He kissed her softly, trying to give
her the same kind of gentle movements she was taking with her
hips.
    Lifting his mouth, his eyes were on hers when
she slowly opened them. He watched her intently and held her face
in his palms. "You're mine. Nobody can have you but me."
    Jenna's mind and body splintered at the
possessive tone. His eyes held hers, and it was enough to push her
over the edge into oblivion. Her body tightened on his, her muscles
clamping down and contracting on him, and all she remembered when
she collapsed against him was the primal sound that vibrated from
his chest as he spilled into her.
    ****
    Late the next morning, Jenna came from the
bedroom, showered and dressed. She felt slightly more human after a
good night's rest. She was surprised she had gotten any sleep at
all, but didn't waste time thinking of her good fortune. Her nerves
were a mess. She had to talk to him.
    She found him in his study, through an open
door that led from the living area. He was concentrating on the
laptop in front of him, a cup of coffee by his side.
    She stood in the doorway a moment until he
looked up. A subtle difference changed his features when he saw
her. A small coil of helplessness ran through her system. A feeling
of not being in control of her person, her body or her own free
will.
    "Good, you're up. You must be hungry." He
stood and walked toward her, stopping in front of her and sinking
his hand into her scalp. A quiver of heat ran through her. He
lifted her face and put a gentle kiss on her lips.
    "You smell good." His voice was deep as his
mouth moved to her ear and she could feel him breathing in her
scent. Serious doubt took hold of her. She could try, but she knew
she wouldn't be able to fight against his possession. She would be
fighting herself. His power over her was insidious, already
addicting.
    A soft sigh escaped her.
    "Why the sigh, baby?"
    She looked up into his strong, dominating
face. The truth came from her lips. "Because I know you're going to
win this fight. You're not going to let me out of this, no matter
how much I argue." She watched her words hit him. "Even though I
made a stupid, foolish mistake, you think you own me already."
    His hand in her scalp clenched tight around
her skull and his other hand captured hers and lifted it high above
her head and pressed it against the door frame, trapping her. His
eyes devoured hers. "You got the first part right. You're not going
to win, so there won't be a fight. You're my wife ,"
his voice hissed