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The mystery surrounding my mate’s heart kept me awake for a long time, but at some point I slipped into sleep, holding Susan tightly in my arms.  

    I awoke and was immediately fully aware of the proximity of my mate. She must have turned over in her sleep and was now facing me. Her hand was resting on my chest and she had put one of her legs over mine. Her scent enveloped me and I put my nose into her mop of hair to inhale her aroma. My hand was lying on her hip and I slowly moved it to her bottom and pulled my mate closer to me. She sighed in her sleep and murmured my name. My heart beat faster. Damn it! I wanted nothing more than to sink into her soft, moist heat and make her cry my name out loud. I moved my hand between her thighs, under her pantie material and discovered, to my joy and amazement, that she was wet. She groaned quietly in her sleep. Was she dreaming about me? She had said my name and she was wet and ready for me. The thought that, in her dream, she wanted to give me what she so aggressively resisted when awake made me jealous of my dream ego.  
    Slowly I began to explore her soft, wet flesh. I found her small, hidden pearl and rubbed it gently. Again she groaned quietly and her pelvis pushed against my hand. I could not resist temptation and slipped my finger into her warm, snug opening.
    “Abziarr,” she murmured, this time louder and clearer.
    “Yes, Carisha ,” I whispered into her ear, whilst pushing a second finger into her and moving my thumb over her pearl. “Come for me, Carisha. That’s good.”
    She moved more restlessly under my caresses and I could feel her warm flesh enclosing my fingers more tightly, whilst I increased the speed with which I was massaging her pearl. Then a throaty sound slipped from her and the muscles of her vagina began to contract, quivering.
    “Yes, Carisha, that’s right. Yes!”  
    She started, throwing open her eyes. Our eyes met and for a moment I thought I saw tenderness in her brown eyes, but then realization forced its way through the mist of her drowsiness and she moved away from me in shock, sitting up.
    “What …?” she began, staring at my hand, still glistening from her juices. I could not resist putting my finger into my mouth to taste her. She tasted unbelievably good.  
    “What have you …? How could you …?”
    “Is it so bad for you to admit that your body is longing for what I can give it?” I asked. “In your sleep you knew exactly who you wanted - who you need!”
    “I was asleep, damn it!” she yelled at me. “I did not even know that you …”
    “You knew all too well, Carisha. You said my name, twice.”
    “I … I don’t believe you,” she argued. “And anyway, how did I get here and why am I undressed?”
    “I brought you here,” I explained calmly, “And I only took off your trousers so that you were more comfortable.”
    “You mean, so that it was easier for you to rape me!” she said accusingly.  
    “I have not raped you, Susan. You were dreaming about me and I saw to it that you were satiated, but believe me, when I take you, then I want you to be awake and ready for me. I want you to look into my eyes when I enter you.”
    “That will never happen, I can assure you,” she said, but her voice did not sound very convincing. She could not even look me in the eye, but turned away. I wished that she would tell me why she was resisting what was so clearly between us.  
    “Susan,” I said, reaching out for her arm. She pulled away from me and I made no further attempt to touch her. Perhaps it was best not to touch her for now. It was all so confusing with her: her body was giving all the signals that showed that she was ready for me, but she was denying it all.
    “Why?” I asked. “Why are you fighting me? I know that you want me, so why are you resisting with all your might?”
    “Because I don’t want to be your mate,” she said defiantly. “You … you want everything from me. You want the whole