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wanted to hear.
    “Shit.”
    “I—I have come so far,” she managed. “What I ask is not so
much, is it? Surely it is not so hard for you do to.” If she kept him inside
her, would a little of his seed dribble into her? Would it be enough?
    “Lady, this is hardly a hardship on me. But damn it, a
virgin.”
    “I thought you would want—”
    “I want. Believe me, I want.” He took a ragged breath.
“Shit, I’m going to burn in hell for this.”
    “No, you will not burn,” she said, although she didn’t know
what he was talking about.
    “I hope to hell you’re right. What a—you’re sure about
this?”
    “Yes.” Yes!
    Apparently that was the answer he wanted to hear because he
stopped trying to draw away and pushed himself deep into her again. While
they’d been talking—and even before that when she’d felt the pain—she’d lost
touch with at least some of her inner volcano. But its strength hadn’t been
spent. It waited for her, ready to grow and heat again.
    How could a man be so strong? She understood the kind of
muscles needed to hunt, farm, even fight, but this? He pushed and pushed at
her, jolting both of them so she wasn’t sure she was still on the ground. Maybe
he’d speared her and was carrying her along.
    Along where?
    Her cheeks were so very hot, as were her arms and breasts
and stomach. Most of the fever, however, was centered in her baby-cave. She
felt enough discomfort to know she’d be sore once their mating was over, not
that it mattered.
    “Virgin. Virgin. Damn.”
    She wanted to tell him—tell him something. But he had become
part of her. Her cave felt as if it were trying to empty itself and suck all of
him into her at the same time. His thrusts increased in intensity, he grunted
with each breath. Suddenly something warm and wet flooded her cave, and he
rammed into her like a stallion mounting a mare. She rode the wave, sensed it
rise up around her, cover her. Drown her.
    “Ah—ah!”

Chapter Five
     
    “Why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin?” Taron demanded
when finally he could talk again. Maia—that was her name, wasn’t it?—was lying
beside him, looking for all the world as if she’d been poleaxed. He wasn’t all
the way back to the here and now himself, but enough progress had been made that
he at least had a toehold on reality.
    “Would you not have mated with me if you had known?”
    Like him, she was drenched in sweat. He didn’t need to ask
to know he wasn’t the only one who’d come. Shit, she’d had a climax during her
first sex act. Either he was stud of the year or this was one sexy broad.
    “Mated? All right, if that’s what you want to call it, who
am I to argue? And no, I wouldn’t have gone at it the way I did if I’d known,
that’s for sure,” he admitted. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
    “You did not. Not really.”
    Noting that she was trembling, he pulled her onto her side
and into his embrace. It was cool enough that they wouldn’t be able to lay here
in the buff much longer, but he’d take all he could get. Hell, the last thing
he wanted to do tonight—or for the foreseeable future—was let go of her.
    “Look, let’s don’t play games, all right?” he said. “The way
you came on to me—hell, I figured you had more experience than I did, and
that’s saying a lot.”
    When she didn’t ask for an accounting of his experiences and
tentatively—at least it seemed tentative—curled down enough that she could kiss
his nipple, he went on. “I’ve only had one other virgin. And since I was in a
like condition, it was pretty awkward all the way around. You’re so uninhibited,
prancing around the next thing to naked—what gives?”
    “Gives?”
    Guessing this was going to be another of those conversations
that went nowhere, he tried to rub away the goose bumps on her shoulder. Before
long, his effort progressed to what he could reach of her flattened breast with
their bodies sealed together the way