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now, woman?”
    She gaped, dumbstruck. Was he just doing this to prove a
point?
    But it seemed he required no words from her, just the
response of her body to his. He slowly tugged the tiny straps of her dress down
her shoulders and pushed the material over her breasts, down to her waist,
freeing her to the touch of his hands. He cupped both breasts and used his
thumbs and forefingers to twist and tug her nipples until they were long and
stiffly pouting.
    He licked his lips and bent his sleek head to her, drawing
one nipple tightly between his lips while he tended the other with his free
hand. His hair was a cool wash over her sweat-dampened skin and she gloried in
it.
    Boreas ground into her, as insatiable as his Winds,
untamable as his storm, it didn’t matter that she was still half dressed. He
pumped his hips between the wide spread of her legs and rubbed himself against
her until she was moaning in short, gasping notes of desperate pleasure.
    His hot lips moved to her other breast, the wet nipple left
behind suddenly cold and bereft without his tongue playing over it. But now he
drew a nipple so deeply into his mouth it seemed he would swallow her breast
whole, like a plum too ripe and juicy to bite, but too sweet to waste.
    Her heart dropped at his feet, only too eager to let him
have his way. She’d never felt so naked. So raw. And he wasn’t even inside her
yet.
    But he was inside her. In her head. Her spirit.
Inside her cunt and womb. He flew into her like his breeze, blowing away all
caution. All reservation and doubt. Baring her. Readying her for total
domination.
    Leaving her no choice. It was succumb, surrender, submit.
Slave to his pleasure. Her pleasure. Servant to his desire. Her desire. Vessel
for his need. Their need. She would be his or she would cease to exist, it was
that simple. Without this, without them, half of her was dead already.
    She was soaking wet through her panties, dampening the front
of his trousers. So close to release. To jumping off a cliff she’d never
guessed could exist, into an abyss that would bind them in shadow forever…
    There was a ringing in her ears.
    “Wait,” she gasped.
    Boreas pumped his hips against her and she saw stars dancing
at the edges of her vision. His mouth sucked her nipple noisily.
    There would be no going back after this. She felt it in the
domineering air he wore like a crown. He was relentlessly staking his claim on
her…
    “No!” she yelled over the roar of the tempest and the roar
of the blood in her veins. “I am Vetiver Device, of no small power, and I will
not be owned by you or any man!” She shoved at him, feeling the armlet burn low
on her biceps, branding her skin as it awoke with her sudden rage.
    He ignored her, sucking her breast deep into his mouth, his
fingers bruising her hips where he held her still to accept his movements
between her legs.
    She put her fingers in his hair, felt a moment’s
hesitation—his hair was so silky it made her ache, made her want to give him
all of her, tore away her will—but she shoved the weakness aside with a curse.
“I belong to myself. You will not dominate me!”
    The fire in the armlet zinged down her arm, lighting up her
hand like a white dwarf star.
    Boreas roared and jumped back, out of her light. The side of
his head where her projective hand had touched was red and angry. Vetiver sat
up and straightened her clothing with her right hand. It was awkward work, but
she was too intent on this new and amazing talent she’d unearthed inside her,
too curious about why her light should hurt an Elemental like Boreas and
grateful that she had some weapon against him.
    Boreas panted. His loose trousers did nothing to hide his
desire. His cock was alarmingly large, clearly swollen, tenting the damp
material at his crotch—damp from her body’s eager response to him. “I would
have you as my equal,” he growled. “It is your own stubborn nature that makes
you feel threatened by what brews between