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pinched her nipple between the knuckles of his first and second fingers.
    Naya bucked beneath him, fighting against his hold. “Let me go.”
    Dreylan paused, his heart thumping, mimicking the wild surge of blood pumping into his cock. He wanted to fuck her. Gods, did he want to fuck her. He wanted to sink into her tight wetness and lose himself there.
    But not if she didn’t want him to. He was one of the most feared men in the known systems, but he didn’t rape women.
    He stared down into Naya’s face, his body burning with anticipation and surreal memory.
    Eyes the color of a Devaunt lunar storm gazed back at him, heady excitement shimmering in their depths. “Let me go,” she said again, even as her hips pressed up to his.
    Heat shot through him. He shook his head, tightening his fist on her wrists and rolling her nipple between his knuckles. “No.” He rolled her nipple again, dragging his thumb over its puckered tip. A whimper sounded deep in Naya’s throat and she caught her bottom lip with her teeth. “Tell me what you want me to do, Naya.”
    Her eyelids slipped closed for a brief moment before she gazed up at him again. She didn’t say anything. A subtle arching of her back, a slight shift of her hips, told Dreylan what she wanted him to do. And it wasn’t to let her go.
    So he didn’t.
    He massaged her breast, kneading the heavy curve, loving its pliable weight under his fingers. It felt so right. As if he’d held it, worshipped it before.
    Her pussy ground to his straining cock, heating his stiff length with her wetness. “Oh gods,” she moaned, rolling her hips.
    Dreylan growled, thrusting into each roll as he tweaked her puckered nipple. He loved the raw hunger in Naya’s voice. Raw hunger he’d created.
    On her back, smooth, firm thighs pressing to his ears as he dips and delves into her creamy cunt with his tongue, her cries…
    The dream memory flashed through his head, a vivid shimmer of images. He froze, staring down at Naya, her warm body pressed to his, her soft breath feathering his face. “Do you know me?”
    She stared back, and for a brief moment he swore she was about to say something. Her pupils dilated, her breath quickened…and then she rolled her head to the side, eyelids fluttering closed. “No.”
    Was she lying? He couldn’t tell. The scalding desire flooding through him made thought process difficult. The rapid pulse in her neck, fluttering like a trapped Zondarian night moth, drew his stare. To feel that frantic beat on his lips, his tongue…
    He dipped his head, brushing Naya’s smooth flesh with his mouth.
    She flinched at the gentle contact, her breath catching. Dreylan paused, knowing she fought with herself, with what she was experiencing.
    What did those slavers do to you, Naya? Fierce anger boiled in his chest. He wanted to go back to the slave auction on Level 7, find the Mentuan who’d sold Naya and tear him apart.
    He pulled away from her a little, every fiber of his being screaming with grief. Shit, he’d never been so fucking confused. He had to remember what the woman in his arms was—someone raised by eunuchs, stolen from her home world. A virgin.
    The stolen virgin shifted beneath him, the damp warmth of her sex stroking his erection, and he bit back a groan, fresh blood surging into his cock.
    “Please…” Naya’s whispered word caressed his already tenuous control and he lifted his head, looking at her. “Please,” Naya begged. “I can’t…” She shifted again, pushing her breasts and pussy harder to his body. “It feels…so good.”
    Her innocent desire licked a scalding path straight to his groin. A growl escaped him, low and utterly carnal. He kissed her, claiming her tongue, demanding she curl it around his. She did, with an urgency he hadn’t expected. Her honest passion turned his blood to liquid lust. He bit at her lower lip, sucked her tongue into his mouth. Their teeth clicked, their moans and breaths became one. Dreylan’s