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“Talk is all I’ve ever had from you, sweet Tessa,” he said. “Now it’s time for

action.”

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Daaron surrounded Tessa, his body overwhelming her, his scent filling the air. She

took deep breaths, heart racing, wishing desperately that their contact didn’t feel so

good. She opened her mouth once more, defying him, but he gave her a look so heated

and intense that she fell silent. Moving with slow, steady determination, he backed her

up against the portable sleeping unit. Her knees buckled and she fell back, eyes wide.

He deliberately pulled off his shirt, throwing it on the floor. Her eyes darted from

his face to the endless expanse of his chest, panicked. She had to find some way to

distract him. Just as deliberately, he removed his shoes and then his pants, throwing the

belt and holstered blaster atop them.

Tessa’s breath tightened in her chest. She tried not to stare at him, but the tent was

so small there was nowhere else to look.

Now Daaron stood before her, proud and beautiful in his nudity. His cock stood at

attention, a solid pillar of flesh rising from the tangle of hair at his groin. It reached well

up along his stomach, the helmet-shaped head flushing purple, pearls of moisture

oozing from the slightly open slit. He dropped one hand down, rubbing along the

rippled muscles of his abdomen, and gripped it firmly in his strong fingers. He stroked

up and down once, again, his eyes boring into hers as his erection grew even stiffer.

“I’ve been waiting far too long to do this,” he said, stepping toward her.

The sight of the large, angry man moving so purposefully toward her was more

than Tessa could handle. She turned, scrambling across the bed, trying to get away. His

strong hands caught her around the waist and stopped her flight. He pulled her pants

off, fingers so rough she wondered if there would be bruises later, and she opened her

mouth to scream.

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Some sixth sense must have alerted him, because he thrust her down into the bed,

throwing his heavy weight atop her and knocking the breath from her lungs. One hand

came around to cover her mouth. His voice whispered in her ear, “Don’t scream. I have

men watching your campsite. You don’t want them to get the wrong idea about what’s

happening here. They might hurt you.”

Tessa nodded her head, stunned. How long had they been watching? Did
they

know about her garnets too? As if she should be worrying about the gems right now—

Daaron was the greatest threat. They lay there for a moment, his enormous erection

pushing against her ass, cradled by her flesh. The head pressed against her sphincter.

She shivered, quivering beneath him. He groaned and thrust against her involuntarily,

jamming the cock head against her tightly muscled ring.

“Don’t tempt me,” he said, the words little more than a groan. “I want inside you

too badly to play any more games, Tessa. Do you get that?”

She nodded her head, understanding him all too well. He removed his hand,

pulling back from her, and she lifted her head to one side so she could breathe again.

Her head felt far too free and light, forcibly reminding her that her braids were gone.

She belonged to this man body and soul, so long as she followed the customs of the

Warrens.

And if she ignored those customs? Tessa could hardly imagine that—they defined

her, had enabled her to survive and thrive. Given her the strength to go to school and

better herself. Without them she had no idea what she’d do.

“Don’t hurt me,” she said slowly and deliberately, careful not to move or incite him.

“I will do as you ask.”

She felt some of the tension ease from his form. His hips pulled back from her butt

just a little, and he adjusted himself until his erect penis pushed down between her legs.

Her pants still held her feet together, and the feel of him trapped tight between the flesh

of her thighs was strange.

Compelling.

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“We’ll take our time,” he said, voice tight, triumphant. “At least for as long as I can

handle it. I don’t want to hurt you. I want it to be good for both of us.”

The anger had eased from his voice, although Tessa still didn’t trust him any more

than she could throw him.

“Tell me what you want me to do,” she whispered.

He laughed harshly and flexed his hips, rubbing his hard cock between her legs.

The thick length grazed her labia, and she froze as renewed sensation rippled through

her. A trickle of moisture welled up inside, and her nipples hardened against the bed.

He flexed once more, giving a low chuckle of satisfaction as she whimpered,

twisting her hips and trying to get…something. Tessa didn’t want to think about that. A

tightening need grew within her, the same treacherous attraction that had always made

her vulnerable to him. Only this time there were no caustic remarks and lab tables to

hide behind.

Daaron nuzzled her neck, giving her a kiss here and a little nip there, while he

worked one hand under her belly and between her legs. She lay helpless as his fingers

wound down from her navel to the hair of her mound, burrowing their way to her clit.

Then he slid one down into the fold between her mound and clit, rubbing sensuously

back and forth as she stiffened.

“Don’t fight it,” he said slowly. “This can be good for both of us. You’ve waited a

long time, so let yourself enjoy it. Your rules always got between us, Tessa, but you

wanted me too.”

She wanted to ignore him, to keep fighting if only to prove him wrong, but she

couldn’t. That treacherous finger worked back and forth, each slow rub heightening an

ache that made her want to squirm and twist beneath him. In that moment Tessa felt

thankful for his heavy bulk holding her down, because it kept her from having to

acknowledge her response. She was free to play the helpless victim, free to allow her

body to betray her and reap all the rewards of that betrayal.

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Back and forth, back and forth he tortured her, rubbing slowly and steadily. His

hips started to move over her too, providing an alternative friction against her labia.

The scraping feel of his cock between her legs grew smoother and she knew her fluids

were trickling out to ease his way. Virgin she might be, but Tessa was far from ignorant.

She’d explored her own body many times and knew what would happen if he didn’t

stop.

Just the thought of that white-hot energy running through them, the release it

would bring, forced her to bite back a moan of desire. The ebb and flow of slow need

and bliss drifting through her body took Tessa’s muscle tone with it. Captive, she lay

quietly, allowing her desire to grow until her entire being ached with burning hunger.

He must have sensed her tension, because Daaron increased the tempo, rubbing her

harder and pushing a second finger in with the first, ringing her clit and stimulating it

from both sides. She sighed heavily, her breath starting to come more quickly. If she

could have moved her hips, she would have pressed against him, silently begging him

for more.

Daaron laughed.

“I know how hot you are for me,” he said, voice rich with need and desire. “You’re

so slick and wet I can hardly stand it. In a moment I’m going to lift up your hips and

push my cock in so hard you’ll feel it on the back of your throat. Are you ready for me,

Tess?”

She nodded her head, eyes closed, entire being focused on the delicious sensations

he’d created. She felt him lift one arm to brace against the bed next to her head, and

then his hips rose, pulling his cock out from between her thighs with a long, slow

movement that drew a groan of need from her throat.

The hand buried in her clit pulled back too, cupping her mound, and he raised her

hips off the bed. After a moment she was high enough that her knees could find

purchase. He pushed them apart just a bit with his hand, although it wasn’t very far—

the pants around her ankles kept them from spreading. It didn’t stop him though.

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Within seconds she felt the wide, swollen head of his penis pushing through her labia.

She froze—he was so big and she’d never had anything up there before. Tessa knew it

was supposed to hurt though. Her mother had warned her as much. How much would

it hurt with a cock as big as Daaron’s?

Dear Goddess, he might tear her apart.

“Relax,” he whispered, his breath warm in her ear.

She tried to raise her upper body with her hands, but he kept her down low,

allowing only her hips to meet him. She understood why too. There was no way she’d

be able to resist him in such a ridiculous position, no question of fighting back at all.

Daaron held her completely at his mercy.

Slowly, oh so slowly, his wide cock head took her. Tessa felt every inch of him

pushing against her sensitive membranes, felt the way he widened her and pressed

inexorably within. Fortunately her opening was well slicked with her own fluids, and

he continued to work her clit with both fingers. Long moments passed. The tight pull of

tension centered between her legs rose so high she felt like she might come on the spot.

Each time his fingers grazed her she wanted to die, desperate to pull away from him

and end the near-painful stimulation, and terrified that he would stop all at the same

time.

It just wasn’t fair.

Now he spread her farther open, spearing her until she wanted to shout in

frustration. Why was he moving so
slow
? Then he hit the barrier of her virginity,

pushing against it until pain threatened to overwhelm the pleasure.

“Hold tight,” he said. His hand left her clit, reaching around her waist to brace her

body, and he thrust into her hard and fast.

The bed muffled her shriek.

Daaron stilled as she screamed, primitive satisfaction washing through him. Now

he understood why men of the Warrens kept their women chaste—to experience this,

the total ownership of a woman’s body. Tessa belonged to
him,
and no other. Despite

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his need to take her and ease his own tension, he waited, allowing her to adjust to the

sensation of his prick splitting her moist heat. It was strange—she felt spread open,

impaled, helpless before him. He had all the power, she couldn’t move at all, yet when

she flexed her interior muscles, unconsciously trying to push him out, he gave an

agonized groan and jerked. Her slightest squeeze was enough to challenge his defenses.

Long moments passed, and then his fingers drifted back to her clit. Tessa shivered

as he grazed her sensitive flesh. She knew his finger had to be slick with her moisture,

but his cock stretched her in new ways, and everything felt different now. She

wondered if it was possible for her to feel every ridge of his fingerprint, if each tiny

bump could really stimulate her like this. She clenched one more time and he moaned,

leaning down against her back.

“Tessa, please,” he whispered, and she wondered what he meant. Then he moved

and she forgot everything else. His cock pulled out of her slow and steady. Just

moments earlier she’d thought him too big, but as he pulled away she felt an emptiness

she’d never imagined. She pushed her hips back at him, wanting him inside again. He

held his hips steady, but his finger spasmed against her and his breath caught. She

wasn’t the only one overwhelmed by their union.

“Tess, I never imagined it could be this good,” he said, kissing her neck. She gave a

mewling cry, needing him to stop talking and start
moving
. Her body cried out for

fulfillment and he could give it to her, no question about that. He pushed back into her,

still going
too damn slow
. She wiggled her ass a little, encouraging him, and he lost

control, lunging into her harder than she could have imagined.

Oh that did it.

Again and again he thrust, pushing her tender flesh apart further than she could

have dreamed possible. He seemed incapable of giving her clit the slow, steady

stimulation he’d offered earlier, but he kept his hand on her. Now he used it to press

her tender flesh against the hardness of her pelvic bone. Each thrust brought new

friction, working the nerves with exquisite force. Tension grew in her body, a tight

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triangle of sensation running from her vagina to her clit and back up to her breasts,

which found their own form of stimulation against the harsh fabric of her shirt.

Tessa hadn’t been a stranger to physical pleasure. Her decision to remain a virgin

hadn’t kept her from masturbating, and up to that point she’d thought she knew what

an orgasm was. But the sound of Daaron’s rasping breaths, the smell of his sweat as he

plowed her from behind, the sensation of his hard prick cleaving her open again and

again—this was far beyond anything she could have imagined.

Dear heavens, she didn’t want it to ever end.

At the same time, the pounding of her heart and the tightness of her chest made her

wonder how much more she could take. She felt her release hovering just beyond the