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hide her amazement. Now that was something she hadn’t seen before. It would seem this dark barbarian toted a large warrior all his own.
    Yusef stepped to her, spreading her arms wide as his hands remained shackled around her wrists. The material straps at her waist ripped free with the bold movement. Olena shivered at the sheer power of him. With a quick strike, he grabbed the end of the fur with his own lips and took it from her mouth like a wild dog, tossing it to the side.
    Before she knew what was happening, he kissed her. It was a blistering kiss that stole her breath and stopped her heart in her chest. It was a kiss full of passion and unleashed desire. Here was a man who knew what he wanted and went for it without thought. Before she knew what she was doing, Olena was kissing him back.
    Olena moaned. She had been kissed before, but never like this--never like she was the last and only woman in the galaxy. With her arms out to the side, she couldn’t fight him off. To her shame she realized, if not for his hold on her arms, she wouldn’t have been fighting him, but encouraging him.
    Angry more at her loss of control than at him, she bit him--hard. Yusef jerked back, his lip bleeding. He blinked, stunned. Looking at her swollen lips, he saw the matching trail of his blood staining them. She licked her mouth, daring him to punish her for it.
    To his bewilderment, she said, "You didn’t say please."
    "Please," he growled under his breath, his gaze dancing with heat. Stepping forward again, he resumed his kiss where he had left off. Only this time he bit back. Olena gasped, her leg lifting to kick him in reflex. He dropped her arms, only to wrap her in his forced embrace. Her leg missed its target, moving instead to intimately rub down the side of his naked hip.
    "Let me go," Olena demanded hotly, struggling against him as she tasted their intermingled blood on her lips, not knowing how much of it was hers and how much was his.
    "Please," he whispered, leaning over to lick her wound. Nudging her lightly with his jaw, he said again, "Please."
    Olena couldn’t refuse the rolling sound of his seductive words. The crystal pulsed between them, but this time she ignored her suspicions as he once more claimed her. His kiss was gentle, probing and soothing. She melted into his arms, forgetting the battle as he called her unwillingly to a truce. She couldn’t think against his onslaught of tenderness. She wanted him, like she had never wanted anything.
    Yusef felt her weakening in his arms. Pulling back from the kiss, he looked into her passion-hazed eyes. He knew she wanted him, nearly as bad as he wanted to posses her. Questions swam in his head. He wanted to know who she was, why she came to his planet. He knew it was partly their combined fate that brought her to Qurilixen, but he wanted to know her other reasons. Was she hiding from something? Was she looking for something? He knew there was more to her, just as he instinctively knew he wouldn’t get the answers easily.
    "Now," he breathed hotly against her lips. "Let me see what I have won."
    Olena shivered, too stunned by the feel of his lips to move. He began caressing her skin. The fog that tried to invade her all night, had crept into her brain during that last kiss and now held her in its mist--unwilling to let her think, only feel what its master wanted her to.
    He trailed his hands over her gown, burning through the silk as if it didn’t exist. He flexed his fingers, letting his palms do most of the touching. They moved down her hips, over her waist to come up, cupping naturally around her smaller breasts. The soft globes fit beautifully into his hands and he touched them as if they already belonged to him.
    Olena gasped, too stunned to move. He kept his eyes locked to hers. He ran his finger up her delicate neck, so strong that they could have strangled the life from her. They did not cause her pain, except the bittersweet agony beneath their gentle gliding.