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He did not simply allow her exploration. Lanus seemed to glory in it. His soft words encouraged her–her touch stole his sanity, he said. Her touch was fire. There was never a more beautiful woman in all time passed in the Empire. He busied his own hands with stroking the sides of her breasts, the smoothness of her belly, the cleft of her buttocks, the scorching sheath that was already sopping wet for him. He seduced her with his touch and she had no will but Lanus’s.
Raeche reached between their bodies and took him in her hand as best she could–she could not close her fingers over him. He was much longer than the width of her palm. This was what she remembered. So silken, so hot, so hard, so big. So much bigger than Galan. This was what she needed. Once this ache was satisfied the Emperor would no longer drive her to madness. She moved her hand over him until he grew firmer, larger. Her body clenched and she hesitated. She would be brave. Even though she remembered how difficult and painful it had been before, there was no way in the Empire or the Spirit she would not take this risk again.
His hand clamped around her wrist and their eyes locked. “I do not want to hurt you.”
“You are hurting me now,” she told him as she continued to stroke him. “You have been hurting me for so long. Please, Lanus, make me feel better.”
His eyes rolled closed and he appeared to either be savoring her touch or trying to save himself from it. Either way, the Empress would not let him escape her or invite distance between them again. She slipped down against his body, running her tongue along his pulse. His body leapt in reaction.
He gripped her hair brutally and dragged her up until she stood once more. Her head tilted up so their gazes sparred. For one cruel, devastating moment, the Emperor had returned.
“No, Raeche. I will not do this. I cannot even bear to look at you.”
“Then do not look at me,” Raeche challenged before turning her naked back to him, waiting. “You came here for this. You cannot escape the fire. I cannot escape it. We can no longer exist without this between us or we will destroy each other.” It was a gamble, but even if he did not respond as desired, he was going to take or be taken this night.
The gamble paid off. He circled her waist with one arm, lifted her from her feet as though she weighed nothing. Her back to his chest and belly, his shaft pressing insistently between the round globes of her bottom, seeking her womb’s entrance, Lanus cupped one of her breasts with his free hand, testing its shape. Then he stroked the long wealth of her shining black hair over her shoulder to expose her back. He pressed tiny electric kisses along her spine.
Raeche moaned as her body arched impatiently. She kicked and used her feet to hook behind her, above his knees. Lanus ended her struggle when at last his hands closed over her flesh. He helped her lift her legs–curled behind her and around him–higher.
A vibrating ache overcame her when she felt the thick head of his sex nudging into her folds, trying slowly to gain entry. Her body urged her to push back against him, but she had no leverage, nothing to anchor herself. Galan the Impostor had never made love to her this way and she was certain he could not have. Even as small as she was, a man had to be a warrior true to take her while standing, with her not even able to cling to his body for support. The very thought made her wriggle her hips in an attempt to encourage him to move faster, to end this blissful torture.
But Lanus moved slowly, easing in a little then out a little. Over and over again as her body started to sweat with strain, Raeche tried to speed up the pace. She even reached behind her to dig her nails into his arm.
“Lanus,” she panted, “please, now, please.”
One arm locked beneath her breasts, the other beneath one of her thighs so that she was open to him, at his mercy, Lanus forced his way into her body
He did not simply allow her exploration. Lanus seemed to glory in it. His soft words encouraged her–her touch stole his sanity, he said. Her touch was fire. There was never a more beautiful woman in all time passed in the Empire. He busied his own hands with stroking the sides of her breasts, the smoothness of her belly, the cleft of her buttocks, the scorching sheath that was already sopping wet for him. He seduced her with his touch and she had no will but Lanus’s.
Raeche reached between their bodies and took him in her hand as best she could–she could not close her fingers over him. He was much longer than the width of her palm. This was what she remembered. So silken, so hot, so hard, so big. So much bigger than Galan. This was what she needed. Once this ache was satisfied the Emperor would no longer drive her to madness. She moved her hand over him until he grew firmer, larger. Her body clenched and she hesitated. She would be brave. Even though she remembered how difficult and painful it had been before, there was no way in the Empire or the Spirit she would not take this risk again.
His hand clamped around her wrist and their eyes locked. “I do not want to hurt you.”
“You are hurting me now,” she told him as she continued to stroke him. “You have been hurting me for so long. Please, Lanus, make me feel better.”
His eyes rolled closed and he appeared to either be savoring her touch or trying to save himself from it. Either way, the Empress would not let him escape her or invite distance between them again. She slipped down against his body, running her tongue along his pulse. His body leapt in reaction.
He gripped her hair brutally and dragged her up until she stood once more. Her head tilted up so their gazes sparred. For one cruel, devastating moment, the Emperor had returned.
“No, Raeche. I will not do this. I cannot even bear to look at you.”
“Then do not look at me,” Raeche challenged before turning her naked back to him, waiting. “You came here for this. You cannot escape the fire. I cannot escape it. We can no longer exist without this between us or we will destroy each other.” It was a gamble, but even if he did not respond as desired, he was going to take or be taken this night.
The gamble paid off. He circled her waist with one arm, lifted her from her feet as though she weighed nothing. Her back to his chest and belly, his shaft pressing insistently between the round globes of her bottom, seeking her womb’s entrance, Lanus cupped one of her breasts with his free hand, testing its shape. Then he stroked the long wealth of her shining black hair over her shoulder to expose her back. He pressed tiny electric kisses along her spine.
Raeche moaned as her body arched impatiently. She kicked and used her feet to hook behind her, above his knees. Lanus ended her struggle when at last his hands closed over her flesh. He helped her lift her legs–curled behind her and around him–higher.
A vibrating ache overcame her when she felt the thick head of his sex nudging into her folds, trying slowly to gain entry. Her body urged her to push back against him, but she had no leverage, nothing to anchor herself. Galan the Impostor had never made love to her this way and she was certain he could not have. Even as small as she was, a man had to be a warrior true to take her while standing, with her not even able to cling to his body for support. The very thought made her wriggle her hips in an attempt to encourage him to move faster, to end this blissful torture.
But Lanus moved slowly, easing in a little then out a little. Over and over again as her body started to sweat with strain, Raeche tried to speed up the pace. She even reached behind her to dig her nails into his arm.
“Lanus,” she panted, “please, now, please.”
One arm locked beneath her breasts, the other beneath one of her thighs so that she was open to him, at his mercy, Lanus forced his way into her body
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