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days.”
    She had lost an entire day. “Why did you remove the mask? I thought is was tradition to keep the woman in it until the heat was over.”
    “I wanted to see your eyes.” He raised his head and kissed her again. A sweet tangling of tongues and lips that made her sigh in happiness. Her fingers tightened to keep pressure on his mouth as she pushed up with her hips. He obligingly rolled over, and she found herself riding him.
    “Is that all you wanted to see?” She flexed around him and arched her back, displaying her swollen breasts and erect nipples. His hands took the invitation and his hips rose under her, pushing him in deep.
    She rose and fell, echoing the slow torture that he had put her through ending each plunge onto him with a swivel of her hips that arched his back and once again she felt the touch on her mind.
    His hands shifted from her breasts to her hips and he held her still as he worked against her. Her laugh of triumph made his eyes narrow, and she could feel his outrage at her teasing. She had set out to make him lose control enough to take charge of their coupling, and he was about to.
    He gripped her hips and rolled so that she was now on her back and he pounded into her with barely restrained savagery. His fingers formed claws and drew furrows across the sensitive flesh of her breasts, her body rioted from the sensations as it hovered between the pain/pleasure barrier, and it couldn’t climax.
    She whimpered for more as he slowed and thrust shallowly, bringing her body under his complete control as she pulled at his shoulders in futility.
    Now she felt his triumph as he began to shake with the effort to control himself. He had proved his point. Her body was under his control, not the other way around.
    One of his thumbs stroked across her clit and she shook at the extra layer of sensation. It was enough to make tears come to her eyes. “Please. I need…”
    She fed all of the sensations and her dangling on the precipice to him. The flames that engulfed her body, the beat of her walls around him and the emotion that she couldn’t yet put words to. He felt them all.
    His release came upon him in that wave of communication. Her body responded once again, and she screamed as the pent up tension unravelled in a burst of pleasure.
    She slept, the orgy of sensuality had exhausted a body not used to carnal activity.
      When she woke hours later. It was over.
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Seven
     
     
    It was late afternoon. She could tell by the angle of the light that crept through the windows. Her head turned and she examined the surroundings that she had been too fevered to notice.
    The bed that she was on was typical for a Nyal master bedroom, over ten feet square. It made for easier romping about when in the grip of the mating fever.
    Two large windows flanked it on the wall next to the headboard, as she bent forward to look, they were doorways onto a balcony. The far wall was covered by bookshelves with a small writing desk in the center. The facility chamber door was next to the door that she had to imagine led to the ante room .
    The sight of the wreckage that they had made of the bed almost caused her to blush. She stood on unsteady legs and began hobbling with her thighs still shrieking in protest. Twenty feet across the room to the facility chamber almost did her in.
    She used the facilities, then wandered gratefully into the shower. The warm water calmed her abraded skin, both on her breasts and between her thighs.
    He had been rough, but thorough, and her body had needed everything he had to give.
    She soaped and rinsed her hair, wincing at the thought of untangling the riot of strands that had been knotted by the writhing on the sheets.
    When her hands had begun to wrinkle from the water, she reluctantly stepped from the cubical. A towel was extended to her by a Nyal female and she quickly wrapped it around herself.
    “I am Amani . The master of the house has asked that I