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mattered as long as the door remained shut. Tarq had frozen for a moment but, hearing the sound of retreating footsteps, took up a steady rhythm, pushing as hard as he could without making the bed squeak. Afraid to make another sound, Lucy clapped one hand over her mouth, but Tarq pushed her hand away, and as his mouth came down on hers, he whispered, “My hair. Pull it again—hard.”
    When she complied, he backed out completely and then drilled into her again, beginning a sweeping, rotating movement that nearly had Lucy screaming. She’d never felt anything like the sensations he elicited and was sure it could never be better, until an orgasm even stronger than the one he’d given her with his tongue detonated.
    Glad that her ecstatic moans were muffled by his kisses, Lucy spread her legs as wide as she could, still not quite believing that his massive organ had somehow managed to fit inside her virgin body. She should have been writhing in agony rather than ecstasy, but there was no more pain, only an overwhelming need to take everything he had to give. That orgasm was the first of many as he rocked into her, pausing at intervals to swivel his cock, its curved shape stimulating every possible surface.
    Lucy’s mind and body both dissolved into an orgasmic blur. No longer able to tell where she ended and he began, she recalled hearing sexual union being referred to as “becoming one,” but had never believed it until now. Tarq had all but stopped purring, his breath now coming in short, hard gasps. Tearing his mouth away from hers, he sank his fangs into her shoulder, but even that didn’t hurt as she felt his cock spurting his creamy semen into her.
    Moments later, her womb contracted and then burst into flower as warmth raced from her core to the outer reaches of her being. Lucy felt like she was floating, as opposed to being pinned beneath the weight of his body, and was only dimly aware that he was speaking. He must’ve whispered “I’m sorry” a dozen times before she realized that he was actually apologizing.
    Tarq couldn’t believe what he’d just done; he’d completely lost control—and with a virgin, no less. She was even bleeding from where he’d bitten her. He’d never drawn blood before—had never felt the need to—but Lucy’s effect on him had changed everything. He would have liked to blame the wine, but knew that to be unlikely. He’d hurt her with his cock, too—but hadn’t been able to stop what he was doing or even slow down. Her scent had hit him the instant she opened her window and, as before, had gone far beyond eliciting simple arousal to obliterate everything he’d ever learned about making a woman feel cherished. And then, when she’d responded to him in kind, yanking on his hair, demanding to be kissed, he’d just plain lost it. Even now, he wanted her again; he could feel blood surging through his groin, filling him with desire when he should have been feeling remorse.
    “Holy cow!” she whispered fervently. “Is it always like that?”
    “Well, no,” he admitted. “Not usually.”
    “Bummer,” she said with apparent regret. “I guess it’s just the ‘first time’ thing then, huh?”
    Tarq wasn’t sure what to make of that, focusing on only part of it. “You should have told me you were a virgin.”
    “That’s funny, I thought I had. I mean, the whole No, I don’t have a mate and probably never will comment. What did you think I meant?”
    “Just that you had no mate, not that you’d never been with a man.”
    “Well, it meant both,” she said firmly. With a frown, she added, “Do you mean you wouldn’t have come here if you’d known?”
    It was on the tip of his tongue to say that he would have been there even if she hadn’t invited him, but he caught himself at the last second. “N-no,” he replied. “But I would have tried harder.”
    Lucy stared up at him with huge, disbelieving brown eyes.
    “To be careful, I mean. I wouldn’t have been