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around hers, then wrapped her fingers around something smooth and hard and very, very hot. She heard his hissing intake of breath and tightened her fingers experimentally.

He groaned and leaned toward her. "This is what you want, Sarah. This is what your lovely pussy weeps for. My cock, deep inside you, stretching your cunt and driving you hard toward orgasm." He guided her hand in a long, milking stroke, helped her sweep her thumb against the bead of moisture at the tip. "My seed filling you."

She savored the thick weight of him in her hand, noted how much wider it seemed than his fingers. How would it feel pressing inside her? How deeply would it reach? "Show me."

He took her hand away, pressed it back to the mattress and notched his cock against the tender opening of her pussy. "Ask me nicely, Sarah."

His words had a taunting note, something colder and harder than he'd used even in the library, but her need was on her, and she couldn't bring herself to care. Not while he hovered so close to filling her, showing her the pleasure he'd promised, the possibilities she had longed for. Here she had no room for dignity.

"Please, my lord."

He thrust forward, hard, and her world turned over.

Fingers clenched in the bedspread. Throat convulsed, in a scream that vibrated against his circling fingers. Body bowed in pain and pleasure. She heard her own cry echo in her ears, heard his groan of pleasure as he hilted against her, but all she could feel was the burning inside her, the stretching that even his fingers had not prepared her for.

"Too much!" she gasped. "My lord, too much!"

"No protests, Sarah," he said, his voice low and tense above her. "No regrets."

"I burn." Her eyelids screwed shut as she struggled to master her breathing. He had felt like a branding iron, forcing his way inside of her, but already the feeling faded, replaced by something else. Another flame, equally strong, but not at all painful. He pulled back, his hard cock dragging along her sensitive walls and making her scream. "I burn!"

He grunted. "I'll make it hotter still."

His words served as warning, but she didn't heed them quickly enough. She didn't even have time to brace her thighs more firmly against the side of the mattress before he thrust forward again, driving her hard into the giving down. She didn't have time to draw a breath before he set to a pounding rhythm, slamming his hips repeatedly against her, making her feel the hard bones of his pelvis at the bottom of each thrust.

She would have sworn he was killing her, for surely no woman-no mistress and certainly no wife-could withstand the intensity of the sensations he forced on her. She felt surrounded by him, consumed, as if each thrust forced not only his cock but all of his body inside her. As if before he finished, he would have crawled beneath her skin and become one with her.

Unable to stand the tension, she clenched her fists in the coverlet and tried her drag herself from beneath him, but his hand, still clasped gently about her throat, tightened just enough to remind her who held the power in their mating.

Men always held the power, and suddenly, Sarah felt every thrust as a blow to the independence he had promised to teach her. She felt him hammering inside her and knew that he hammered away at the dream of self-determination she had harbored so secretly. They very dream he had drawn out of her in his dark library. She began to struggle and thrash beneath him, trying to get away, frantic to get back the chance he had promised her to be an intrepid woman. A woman who did not live in fear, who did not live imprisoned. A woman who matched a man and bested him.

He subdued her struggles with absent strength, and the casual way her controlled her made her scream. Her lust and her fury twined together, feeding each other, each growing hotter and wilder with every stroke of hard cock into yielding cunt. She wanted something else, something she could handle, but he shattered that