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grasp and threw them
all to the floor. “At the moment, ma’am, I am overwhelmed by what I see you
offering right now.”
    Syranna saw his eyes lower to her full, naked breasts. “You
are a cad, sir!”
    Marcus shook his head once again. “I’m going to wed you.”
    “Aarrrgghhhhh!” Syranna screamed in frustration. But the cry
was cut off as Marcus grabbed her foot and dragged her toward him. Kicking out
with her other foot was a mistake, as he quickly caught it with his other hand.
His other knee joined the first on the bed, but now they were between her
spread thighs.
    Syranna tried to push herself along the bed with her hands
while Marcus threw his velvet robe to the floor. His eyes must have seen her
motion because a moment later his hands grabbed hers. His body dropped quickly,
pressing her into the soft bed. Syranna struggled to free herself, but each
move she made only weakened her reserves and exposed more of her naked body to
his. He caught both her hands with one of his, while his free hand moved from
her shoulder to her breast, cupping, and then squeezing her sensitive flesh
eagerly.
    As Syranna gasped, drawing in her breath raggedly, Marcus
lowered his head and took her nipple deep into his hot, wet mouth. His sucking
motions caused her to moan as the wild, unknown feelings began coursing through
her body. She could feel his hard, heated maleness pressing against her soft
belly. His hands moved over her body, pulling her legs farther apart and
settling his hips between them. As she opened her mouth to cry out, he covered
it with his own. She pulled her senses together, to marshal her inner powers…
    * * * * *
    Marcus fell to the bed next to her, exhausted and sound
asleep before he actually hit the mattress. In deep sleep, his dreams told once
again how sweet this joining of their bodies had been. He remembered firm, full
breasts that overflowed his own larger hand. How sweet her nipples had been to
suckle! His hand had then moved down and explored her hairless woman’s mound
with eagerness and anticipation.
    In his vivid dream, Marcus remembered thrusting into her
sweet heat. Suddenly, he was wide awake. Marcus had never forced a woman
before, and he didn’t like the feelings that were rushing over him at doing so.
Now that the heat of passion and arousal had left him, he knew what he had
done. But he would make it all right in the morning. He rose on one arm to tell
her so, but she turned from him quickly, moving from the bed to stand as far
away from him as she could.
    Marcus stared at her beautiful naked body, bathed in the
moonlight’s dim illumination from the windows. Even now, seeing her womanly
hips and thighs, the way her long hair danced around her buttocks as she ran
from him, he was getting hard all over again. He stood and quickly pulled on
his robe. There was no doubt that perhaps it would be better to discuss all
this in the morning. He started to tell her they would discuss wedding plans in
the light of the new day, but she only further denied him by covering her ears
with her hands.
    Angry and frustrated, Marcus left the room. He stalked back
to his own room, forgetting to tell the guards to return to their posts at the
end of the hallway, just down from Syranna’s bedroom door.
     
    Syranna wanted to throw herself on the bed and cry. But she
knew that while it might release her emotions, it wouldn’t help her get away
from here. She quickly pulled on her clothes and, holding her shoes and small,
soft bag in her arms, she pulled open the bedroom door. She saw the hallway was
empty and quickly made her way down the stairs and through the main rooms
without being seen. She stuck to the dark corners, moving silently until she
reached the stable.
    She saw that there was only a young boy sound asleep inside
the stable. Syranna looked at the boy and regretted what she would have to do.
As she walked over to him, he stirred instantly from the light sleep. In the
dim light, she could see the