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nipping at my lips with a feral growl that resounded within me.
Fear spiked, and I tried to regain my footing to fight, but then he hummed
deep in his throat and began to nip just below my ear frill.
I would have gone to my knees if he had not held me so firmly.
How in the hells had he known my weak spot, my erogenous zone? Touch there
and I was utterly helpless. Only another Draconian should have known that not
an adversary like Sadan, another species entirely.
His long tongue flicked out and traced over the area with exquisite slowness
and pressure, and I arched against him, my hands spasming on his shoulders even
as my mind screamed to push him away.
 So beautiful, so sensitive&  Sadan s words whispered over my skin like silk,
and I shuddered at the sensation, unable to help the faint whimper that escaped my
lips. I floated in his hold, helpless to even struggle, my eyes widening as I felt one of
his hands trail down my body and stroke softly beneath my tail, circling ever closer
to the entrance.
I gasped and flailed weakly, unable to escape even though he held me with
only one arm. His strength greater than I had imagined far surpassed my own.
Fear began to find a foothold.
 Sssh, my little one. I would never hurt you. His whisper made me shudder;
his touch made me twist into him, not away like I wanted, needed. My body had a
mind of its own, and it wanted him desperately.
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So long without touch, so long without the completion brought by a lover. I
cried out, half a gasp, half a wail, as one of his long fingers, slick with the water,
slid slowly within me, breaching my body in the most intimate of ways.
My cry choked off, my eyes wide with sensation as the finger slid impossibly
deep, stroking over that place so long neglected.
Sadan hummed against my neck, his tongue pressing more firmly. I shook in
his hold, sensations overwhelming me above and below, more than my stunned
mind could take in at once. I wanted to struggle, to push him away, but my body
yearned for touch, longed for feelings it had all but forgotten.
I could feel a flush start on my chest, bringing half-forgotten memory to the
fore, something Marind had told me once.
My eyes widened in disbelief; I stared into space in shock.
No& it could not& My body had to be confused, desperate. That was all.
That flush, that heat my mating marks rising to the surface of my skin, my
intensely private display intended only for my mate.
Sadan was not&
I arched with a choked gasp as another finger broached me, reminding me of
how pleasurable such an intimate caress could be. My body woke to fiery need,
beginning to pulse until I writhed with the heat of it.
I felt my ear frills begin to move, to flare outward in display, and again dim
memory rose. Had I done this unconsciously when Sadan had swallowed me the
other night? How could my body identify him so wrongly as a mate?
My only consolation in this mess was that he had no idea what the display
meant.
Sadan growled against me, and I felt the brush of his fangs against my
frighteningly vulnerable neck.
I groaned, tried to move away in a feeble attempt to resist, but he did not bite,
only scraped his fangs softly over my sensitized skin, fear adding a tang to the need
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I felt. He shifted me then, holding me into the current so that I half floated in his
hold, my tail moving between his legs as I faced him. The water pushed me into
him; I could feel his hardness now pressing against my entrance, nothing at all
separating us.
I tried to speak, to protest, to stop what was imminent, but it was as though I
had lost all reason, all ability to move or even voice my thoughts.
The large head pressed firmly, and although I tried feebly to clench against the
intrusion, the pressure won through, and I whimpered as it slipped within my
defenses, thick and hot inside my overstretched entrance. So long chaste, my body
burned and throbbed at the intruder s great size, and my fingers clenched upon his
shoulders.
I looked up, trying to gain enough presence of mind to demand he stop, but
once I saw his eyes, I was lost.
They were totally red, totally alien, his face narrower and sharper as his fangs
dropped fully into position. His expression was hard, fierce with possession and
need, nothing there that was going to withdraw, nothing that was going to let me
go. Any protest left my mind, and when his lips slanted down over mine, I found
myself responding, my body arching in mute pleading. He murmured something,
and I found my hands rising to clutch at him. His fingers curled up over my
shoulders from behind and began to draw me down onto my impalement with
inexorable power.
My body parted reluctantly, stretching over the thick shaft that forced its way
deeper. I writhed, panting, trying to escape the reality of the fact that Sadan was in
me, taking me. This would change our relationship forever, and I wanted nothing to
do with him, but something in me something I could not name overrode my
horror. It welcomed the feel of his pulse within my body, the fierce power that lay
within me like another beating heart. That instinctual part seemed to howl in my
mind that this was right and good, and it made my body limp and pliant, complicit
in its own taking.
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Sadan watched me without blinking, taking in every nuance of my expression
as his shaft surged deeper, impaling me mercilessly.
He leaned back down, bathing my ear frill with that long tongue, making me
arch and twist in reaction, causing the thickness within me to press ever deeper
with each movement.
At last I felt his heavy testicles rest on the tender base of my tail, signaling
that he was fully seated within my body.
I gasped for breath, eyes wide at the sensation of Sadan nestled so intimately,
his shaft hard and throbbing.
I stared into those red eyes, watching with a sort of dim fascination as his lips
drew back in a snarl, his visage utterly primal.
 Mine, he growled, sounding completely unlike his normal controlled self.  My
mate.
He thrust, hard and deep, his thickness pressing with perfect pressure over
that spot that made all thought scatter, all reason and resistance flee.
My initial panic over his words bled away swiftly as my thoughts became little
more than random impressions, need and response taking all my abilities.
He was no gentle lover, and my own wildness rose to meet him, my teeth
baring in sudden challenge to his force as my claws appeared, surely leaving bloody
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