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and I thought that I could see something like regret in her eyes. I realized that she was wearing one of the dresses that I had laid out for her. Even though I found her very sexy in her tight trousers, it really took my breath away when I caught sight of her in the traditional costume of the Verkuzzi females. The dress left one shoulder bare and was cut just low enough so that I could see her cleavage. It fit tightly at the waist then dropped loosely to her ankles. The skirt material had a high slit and exposed, when sitting, a good portion of her shapely leg. I had to swallow. Everything in me, including my tiger, was screaming out for me to push up the skirt material and spread her legs so that I could feast on her sweet flesh until she begged for mercy – to then turn her round, to enter her from behind and complete the ritual by sinking my fangs into her neck, making her my mate forever.
    “I’m sorry,” she said, quietly but clearly.
    I stared at her in disbelief. Had I heard correctly? Had she just apologized? Why? For what? - For the fact that I had abducted her? - Had behaved like an idiot and exploited her vulnerability whilst she was asleep? - Or for sending twenty males to the medical unit?  
    “What …?” I stopped as she put the book aside and rose.  
    She slowly walked towards me and I wondered nervously what she now intended to do. It must be a damn trick. I could not imagine that she had suddenly changed her mind.  
    “Thank you for the dresses,” she said once she was standing in front of me. “It’s a little unfamiliar but the material feels very beautiful.”
    “It … it looks very beautiful, too,” I said huskily. My eyes lingered on her cleavage. What I most wanted to do was tear the dress from her body and bury my face between her breasts. I wanted to inhale her aroma.
    “Abziarr,” her voice pulled me from my erotic thoughts. Her hand was lying on my chest and she was looking up at me, a smile on those full, soft lips.  
    “Susan, what …?” I began, but she put her finger on my lips and I fell silent. Blood pounded in my ears and my cock was pushing hard and demanding against the material of my trousers. I could feel the yearning to make her my mate becoming more and more powerful and I was afraid of losing control. “Susan, if you don’t stop I won’t be able to hold back any longer, then I’ll make you my mate. You’re playing with fire if you carry on …”
    She interrupted me by pressing her soft lips to my mouth. Groaning, I pulled her to me and all the restraint that I had exercised finally gave way as her lips opened willingly for my tongue and her taste caused my head to swim. I lifted her into my arms without interrupting the kiss and carried her to the bed. There I laid her down and looked down at her hungrily.  
    “I’m drenched in sweat and …,” I began.
    “I don’t care,” she interrupted me. “I want you, Abziarr.”
    “Susan, if I make love to you now, then you’re mine, permanently!” I warned her.
    She sat up and slipped the dress down over her shoulders as far as her belly. Her breasts rose and sank with every deep breath that she took and her dark tips pointed towards me tantalizingly. I groaned and began to remove my clothing quickly. Her eyes widened as they fell upon my cock. I had heard that the males of her race were of smaller build and hoped that she would not be afraid. But when she looked up at me there was only desire in her expression, no fear. I climbed up onto the bed to her, pushing her back until she was lying beneath me. I kissed her - hungrily and wildly - and she responded in the same way. I slowly moved my lips down her throat to her breasts. She gasped as I enveloped one of her nipples with my lips and began to suck hard on it. I did the same with her other nipple until both nipples stood out from her soft flesh, hard and wet.
    “Abziarr,” she gasped, raising her body towards me. I placed a kiss on her flat belly,