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before she could do more than breathe out roughly she was pressed against the wall as he lifted her thigh, pulling it to his hips as he lifted her closer.
    Her gown fell back from her thighs as she felt his hard, muscular thigh press harder, more firmly into the sensitive mound of her pussy.
    Her clit throbbed. The aching torment of unquenched pleasure rose inside her, burning through her body, and dampening her skin with perspiration.
    “Answer me, Tey.” Rougher, darker, his voice stroked over her senses as she felt his fingers curve over the bare flesh of her rear. “Is this what you want, sweetheart?” His fingers curved, pushed beneath the curve of her rear, and found the lush, slick flesh weeping in need between her thighs.
    “Yes.” It was a hiss of exquisite pleasure. His fingers stroked, rubbing against the clenched opening of her pussy and sent rasping flares of sensation rushing through the sensitive flesh, through her clit and straight to her womb.
    Oh God, she wanted to come. She was so close. She could feel the need throbbing in her clit, rushing through her veins. It was a pleasure borne of emotion, and she knew it. Emotion she kept tightly reined, until now.
    Until his fingers rubbed against her opening, pressed and parted the sensitive flesh to slip inside, just enough to make her entire body burn. To penetrate just deep enough to make her hungrier, to make her moan in rising excitement.
    “You’ve been begging for it, Tey,” he said, his voice sounding as desperate now, as tormented as her body felt.
    “And you haven’t?” she gasped, her head rolling against the wall as those two fingers sank just deeply enough to drag an unwilling cry from her throat. “Every time you warned one of your men off…” A startled, desperate cry tore from her lips as his fingers jerked back, then plunged forward, stroking inside her with a whiplash of intensity certain to weaken her mind.
    Her hips jerked, trying to force his fingers deeper as she felt her juices gathering, saturating his fingers as he pulled back and thrust inside her again.
    “If one of my men had touched you I would have had to kill him,” he suddenly snarled a second before his teeth nipped at her shoulder, the tiny shock of heat flooding her womb as his fingers pressed deeper. “I would have made sure he was gone, Tehya, one way or the other.”
    Those wild blue eyes glared into her as his head lifted, his dark face flushed with lust as she fought to keep her eyes open. It was hard. She wanted to look at him, to see him as he touched her, as lust poured into his gaze.
    She had waited so long for this. For his kiss, for his touch. She didn’t want to miss so much as a single sensation.
    He didn’t give her a chance to reply. His lips moved back to hers, kissing her with a greedy hunger that had her arching closer as her fingers gripped the back of his neck, beneath the long strands of rich, silky black hair.
    She had never known sensations so rich and lush, so incredibly vivid. She had had sex before, but never had it made her mindless, made her so desperate for it that all she could do was hold on and silently plead for more.
    A keening wail tore from her throat as the fingers lodged inside her began to rub rather than thrust. He chose a spot so ultra sensitive, so wickedly heated that she began to shake from the sensations.
    Her entire body was stretched on a rack of such incredible pleasure that she felt intoxicated. Her senses were dazed with the overload of sensations, her pussy clenching, tightening on the two wicked fingers stroking her with diabolical intent.
    “There, Tehya,” he panted as his lips slid from hers again. “You’re so wet, baby. So sweet and hot. So fucking tight.”
    Her pussy spasmed again, her juices spilling to his fingers as his head lowered, his teeth raking against her neck as he nipped and kissed the sensitive flesh there.
    The low cut bodice of her gown was pushed aside, her breasts rising to his lips,