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against his hand again and again, her body
tensing, reaching for release. Her juices coated his fingers as he increased
the pressure on her clit. He pressed her swollen nub between his index and
middle finger. With a moan, she bore down hard.
    “You like that, don’t you, babydoll.” He moved his fingers
faster, harder against her clit.
    “Oh God. Oh Wyc. Oh God.” She panted out each phrase over
and over and her palms flattened on the door behind her. He squeezed her breast
and pushed a finger up inside her pussy.
    Suddenly, her body shuddered and her cunt spasmed around his
finger. Her eyes went wide with surprise, her ivory skin flushed with the heat
of her climax. Her thighs clamped around his hand and she let out a low keening
sound. Panic flashed through her eyes, and she shook her head hard enough to
send her hair flying around her face.
    “Let it go, Bethany. Now.” He flexed the finger within her
pulsing cunt, skillfully forcing her orgasm to continue long past when it would
have faded on its own. When the tremors slowed, her body slumped against the
door, her hands on his arms for balance. He withdrew his finger and she sucked
in a fast breath. His hand lingered on her mound, teasing her with gentle
swirls of his fingers in her soaked curls. Another violent shudder racked her body.
    “See what I can do to you? And I’m going to do it again and
again. Starting now.”
* * * * *
    Bethany bit her bottom lip until the pain helped clear the
euphoric fog from her brain. She forced herself back to reality when all she
really wanted to do was melt to the floor in a puddle of sated desire. What the
hell had happened between her telling Wyc to leave and those mewling sounds
that had just come out of her?
    Wyc yanked her jeans and underwear down her legs. “Lift your
foot,” he said. She did.
    He tugged off her shoe and sock at the same time he removed
one leg of her jeans. Repeating the process, he finished stripping her and
straightened. In one fluid movement, he dragged his own shirt up and off.
    The sight of his bare chest made it difficult to think. He
had a faint tattoo of a dragon on his left pec. Very sexy. Too sexy. She took a
deep breath and focused. On the ceiling.
    “Wyc, wait.”
    “I’m past waiting, Bethany. And so are you.” He shoved his
hand between her thighs, pressing his fingers into her damp heat. Her head
snapped back down. His unrelenting gaze burned against her bare skin like a
furnace blast. As if to prove his point, he thrust a long finger up inside her,
making her gasp.
    “But I can’t—” She cut her own words off with a moan when he
started tracing small circles on the inner wall of her vagina with his finger.
    “You already did.”
    She tried to catch her breath, catch the reason he wouldn’t
be able to go through with this. A small voice at the back of her brain begged
to keep her concern to herself. The louder voice of her conscience won out.
    “I mean, you can’t.”
    He pulled his hand away from her and began undoing the
button fly of his jeans. “The hell I can’t, babydoll.”
    She swallowed, trying to focus on what she wanted to say and
not on what he was doing.
    “You don’t understand. No one has ever been able to fuck
me.”
    That stopped his movements cold. His eyes held an arctic
gleam that shot a shaft of alarm through her.
    “And how many men have tried to fuck you, Bethany?” The ice
in his tone could have frozen a sunbeam.
    “Enough. And they all wound up sick or hurt. I’m trying to
tell you that I’m cursed—”
    He pushed his jeans down over his hips. “Not cursed.
Protected. Kept for me.”
    There was something fundamentally wrong with his statement,
but all coherent thought streamed out of her brain at the sight of his erection
so suddenly and fully revealed. He was huge. Thick. Long. The head of his cock
dark red, almost purple in color. Dark veins ran down the length, standing out
in stark relief. His balls were already drawn up tightly