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clit. When a couple of those icy fingers slid inside, her moan incited a riot in the male torturing her. His mouth and hands traded places and Topper screamed when the orgasm from Stark’s suckling rolled over her. The nearly violent pleasure was overwhelming, but especially so when followed by Stark’s determined erection giving her spasming channel a bigger reason to be grateful.
    She could tell he held nothing back, but as sore as she knew she was going to be, all she really felt was a profound sense of being desperately needed. It was thrilling and she couldn’t believe she’d found it with someone like him.
    Following instinct, which in this case meant rejecting her sanity, Topper reached out and grabbed a handful of Stark’s silver hair. She pulled hard and forced his matching silver eyes to meet hers in the dimly lit room.
    “Harder, alien. I need to know you want me,” she mocked, sending his words back to him. She let go of his hair only when Stark growled and lifted her hips to plunge even deeper.
    When pleasure took her over again, she—human female that she was—wept with emotional relief, as well as physical. In the middle of the most astounding climax she could ever recall having in her life, Stark’s body had seized and fallen down heavily on hers, his breathing harsh as his body still strained inside hers.
    Topper sighed raggedly in contentment and ran fingers through his silver hair while he panted in effort. “Stark—talk to me. Are you okay?”
    His head moved side-to-side next to hers and made her laugh. He slid gently away until his face rested on her breasts.
    “I am like a young male with no control at all with you. I prayed to the Goddess that I didn’t harm you in my enthusiasm.”
    Topper’s giggle as she met his gaze was uncontrollable. She’d earned that silver-eyed glare she’d gotten for laughing, but his concern still amused her. “I’m not harmed… at least not permanently. But if you wake me up again, I may have to turn you into a toad. This is incredibly nice, but I need my rest.”
    Stark huffed and laid his head back down on her breasts. “Why should I fear you, Witch? Your magic didn’t work on me when I got here.”
    Topper giggled again. In a saner moment, the truth of that might have worried her, but she was still feeling the glow he’d given her.
    “You’re right, Stark. I forgot that. Guess I’ll have Theo fry your alien ass. Let’s see if you’re immune to dragon fire.”
    “After all the pleasure my alien ass—as you call it—has given you tonight, I would have thought you might feel more kindly toward me.”
    Topper played with his silver hair. Stark was right, but for some reason, she didn’t want him to know it. “Why should I feel special? I’m just the next female in line. Not that I’m complaining. Like I said earlier… you’re as good in bed as you claimed to be. I certainly won’t be calling you a liar.”
    Stark sighed against her. “My dearest Topper, you are not the next in line—you’re the last in line. You are my chosen one. Now sleep. We will talk about this tomorrow.”
    Topper snorted. “It is tomorrow, Mr. Bossy. The sun is coming through the windows.”
    “Then sleep for a short time anyway. I’m sorry I woke you so often. I couldn’t stop myself. I find your uninhibited responses to me very interesting.”
    Topper giggled. “Yes. I feel that interest rising against my thigh again. Are you really that insatiable?”
    “No—at least not usually,” Stark declared. “I just have never found a female who could handle me as well as you do. It’s like I was starving for this level of satisfaction, but I didn’t know I was starving until I’d had you a few times. Now I know only you and I feel I have a lot to learn. Being an impatient sort, I want to learn it all tonight.”
    “Oh,” Topper replied, staring at the ceiling. “You know, I think you’re right. I need more sleep. But we need to get up in a few hours. We