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desperate to take her, to imprint her with his shape as well as his scent. Cupping her breasts, he inhaled deeply and felt his cock begin to rise. He’d just spilled his seed. How could he harden again so quickly?
    Her pert little nipples beaded beneath his thumbs and a flush spread across her chest. “Invite me inside. We both want this, Echo. Speak the words.”
    “This isn’t right.” She tossed the tunic aside, her gaze filled with uncertainty. “I can’t—want you.”
    “But you do.” He rubbed her nipples, and she trembled, turning her face away. “You want me inside you as badly as I want to be there. Why deny us both?”
    “I must.” Her tone was thick, filled with meaning his passion-muddled brain wouldn’t absorb. “I can’t give in to you.”
     
    Before Echo realized what he intended, Varrik bent and lifted her to his shoulder. She gasped and scissored her legs. He wrapped his arm around her thighs and smacked her bottom. Spiraling heat followed the sting, and she went still against his shoulder. What was he doing to her? Every touch, every glance increased the pressure building between her thighs. She had never felt this wanton, this needful.
    He pulled down the bedding and dumped her onto the mattress. She rolled to her knees and scrambled for the other side. His strong fingers closed around her ankle. She kicked out at him as he dragged her legs out from under her.
    “I can’t do this,” she cried, more afraid of her own desire than any demand he might make on her. Was she really so weak, so lustful that she would succumb in less than a day?
    His hand came down on her ass again, and Echo moaned. Her nipples rasped against the sheet and her core ached. No one had ever made her do anything. She was protected and cosseted, indulged and admired. His aggression should terrify her, repulse her, certainly not turn her on!
    Without saying a word, he wrestled her arms into the wrist cuffs and tightened the chain, stretching her out on her stomach in the middle of the bed. He grasped her panties with both hands and rent the lace-trimmed fabric.
    “I thought your breasts were perfect until I saw your ass.”
    It was such a ridiculous excuse for a compliment, Echo grinned into the mattress. Would he take her now? Pull her up to her knees and “mount” her? Her inner muscles rippled, and her clit twitched. This was so perverse. How could she feel anything but fear?
    He stroked her legs from ankle to ass, over and over. Lulled by the caress of his warm fingers, she didn’t realize he was spreading her legs until his fingers brushed her folds. She whimpered and tried to close her thighs, but he knelt between her legs.
    “You’re so wet, your inner thighs are slick.” He slid his fingers across her skin to illustrate. “Are you still going to claim you don’t want me?”
    “It’s not a matter of desire.” She panted. “My body is responding predictably to specific stimulation.” He didn’t need to know similar stimulation had never resulted in this profound of a response. She ached. She burned. She trembled.
    He traced her slit, teasing her opening without breaking his word. Tingles skittered up her spine. “May I please come inside you?” He whispered the question against the small of her back, his moist breath wafting across her skin.
    “I will not ask to be defiled,” she said with more conviction. “I won’t ease your guilt by inviting my own degradation.”
    The bed shifted as he moved to her side. “You’re right. This isn’t fair.”
    Shocked by his acquiescence, she turned her head and looked at him. His gaze still burned with desire and beads of sweat dotted his brow. Lean and lethal, his body had yet to accept the new strategy. He’d felt thick and hard sliding between her fingers. How much better would it feel to have him thrusting into her again and again? With stubborn resolve, she dragged her gaze back to his face, but the memory lingered. Did his Rodyte heritage account