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She stared boldly at the straining length at his hips as it lay thick as her forearm up his belly. “And neither do you. But you want this, too. So let’s take this time.” She shifted her eyes up his chest to meet his wary, hot stare, and for a moment she was saddened. “You will have many others. I will only have you. So give this to me now, before . . .”—her heart was broken over and over again—“Before you must go on.”

His conflict played out in his eyes, and it was a testament to his honor. But she knew what the outcome was going to be. And was not surprised when he gave in, his hands no longer restraining her but pulling her to him.

“Dear God,” he whispered, sitting up and taking her face in his palms. “I need a minute, okay? Lie down here. I’ll be right back.”

He stretched her out with gentle hands, then left the bed and went into the bathroom. The shower came on, and when he returned his hair was in damp ringlets around his shoulders and chest.

He came to her naked, a warrior in his physical prime, his sexual need standing straight out from his spectacular body.

He paused next to the bed. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” Even though she’d been told it was going to hurt, she wasn’t turning back. She couldn’t explain her resolve, but it was going to carry her through.

She would have him now, and what would come thereafter be damned.

Cormia held her hand out to him, and when he put his palm in hers, she brought him down to her body.

Phury allowed himself to be drawn onto the bed until he lay beside Cormia’s stunning naked form. Her bones were tiny compared to his, her body delicate next to his brawn.

He couldn’t bear to hurt her. He couldn’t wait to get into her.

His hand shook as he brushed a piece of blond hair off her forehead. She was right, he thought: It was better this way for both of them. This was a choice. The Primale obligations were a duty.

This would be his first time, and hers as well.

“I’m going to take care of you,” he said. And not just when it came to tonight.

Although . . . damn, he had no clue how to make love to a female. Sex was one thing. Making love was altogether different, and suddenly he wanted to be all about finesse. He wanted to have had scores of lovers so he knew how to make sure Cormia got the most out of him.

He let his hand drift down to her neck. Her skin was soft as the still air, so finely grained he couldn’t see the pores.

She arched her back, the pink tips of her breasts surging.

He licked his lips and leaned down to her collarbone. Closing his eyes, he hovered just above her body. He knew the instant he made contact there was no going back.

Her hands went deep into his hair. “Will you not begin, your grace.”

He flipped his eyes up to hers. “Call me Phury?”

She smiled, a shy blossoming of happiness. “Phury . . .”

After she said his name, he put his lips to her skin and breathed in her scent. His entire body trembled, he wanted her so badly, and instinctively he pushed his hips until his cock was trapped between his thigh and hers. When she gasped and arched again, he latched onto her nipple.

Cormia’s nails went into his scalp, and he growled as he suckled and tugged at her. His hand closed on her other breast, and he twisted his hips so that his arousal got held in an even tighter grip.

Oh, shit, he was going to . . .

Yup. He came. Again.

Groaning wildly, he tried to stop. Except she didn’t want him to—instead of pulling back, she shifted herself closer and moved with the surges of his orgasm.

“I love when you do that,” she said in a guttural voice.

He found her mouth desperately. That she didn’t seem to care that he was a loser who had never done this before and had just prematurely ejaculated all over her thighs meant the world to him. He didn’t have to pretend to be strong. In this private moment he could just be . . . him.

“It might happen again,” he moaned against her lips.

“Good. I want you to do that all over me.”

He growled loudly then, his marking instinct pricking to attention. Yes, he thought. He was going to do that all over