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and he had to have her. 
    His voice was low and husky.  “I cannot. 
It must be done. The pain will cease.” 
    Her eyes told him she did not believe him and she
shook her head in protest.  Rourke shook above her with restraint and the
unchecked desire like he’d never known coursing through him.  He’d never
wanted anything as badly as he wanted this woman. He wanted all of her and when
he had come against her barrier, he wanted her all the more. 
    He knew what he had to do and he leaned down,
covered her mouth with his and shoved his tongue in her mouth catching her cry
of pain as he surged forth and buried himself inside her to the hilt.  She
quivered and shook beneath him even as he kissed her.  He pulled out and
she tried to throw him off once more.  But he thrust again, achingly slow
and deep over and over again until he felt her soften against him. 
Finally, her hot sheath clutched him, accepted him and he broke the kiss.
    “It will be over soon enough.  It is
done.”  Rourke said with a bit of gentleness in his tone and continued to
kiss her tears away.  He had not lied, but wished he had.  It was
going to be over too damn soon.  
    Alexa was amazed at how her body accepted him. 
He filled her.  She didn’t know how or why, but something in her
changed.  Different towards this man as he plunged in and out of her body
with his hard and thick sword of pleasure and took her close to the edge of
that blissful place  yet again, teasing her, the abyss just out of her
reach.  He’d awakened something animal inside her that she craved as much
as she was frightened of it.
    She found that she welcomed each movement and soon
met each of his thrusts with her own until she was nigh delirious with the
sensations coursing through her. She grinded harder against him, frantic and
seeking more as the pleasure ascended on a crescendo that made her skin scream
for release again.
    Rourke could hold back no longer and he felt the
tremors in her as she pushed back against him.  He knew he would take
longer the next time, but right now, his seed boiled inside him and he thrust
in and out of her with a few quick thrusts before he began to shake to his very
core as his seed erupted from him along with his roar of shocked pleasure.
    Alexa cried out her own pleasure into his neck as
the long climax hit her, triggered by the spurt of his release into her
sheath.  Her lips pressed to his throat over the red mark, where she had
cut him.  She convulsed strongly around his hardness and reveled in the
feelings tearing her apart.  Rourke lay on top of her spent, totally
exhausted. 
    When he was able to breathe yet again, he withdrew
from her and lay next to her side.  Alexa lay there overwrought. 
What they had shared had been beautiful as much as it had been brutal and
hateful. Fresh angry tears poured nonstop from her eyes into her hair.
    Neither of them spoke a word, both overcome with
different emotions. 
    What Rourke did next he knew not why at the time, he
would ask himself later, but he reached a muscled arm up to untie first one
hand, then the other and as though they had not been tied, the hellion let out
a deep anguished cry and rolled over against his chest with her hands balled
into fists pressed between them.   There, she wept quietly.  The
racking sobs shook her body and Rourke held her, saying nothing.  Soon,
her sobs quieted.  When she relaxed against him, he knew that she
slept.  Rourke stayed awake for a short time after and before sleep
claimed him, he put his legs over hers in a protective gesture and pulled her
tighter against him. 
    ~~~
    The figure cloaked in a hooded dark robe moved
through the darkness across the cold stone kitchen floor until it stood in
front of the wine barrels stacked in the corner buttery room. The figure’s
interest lay in what was behind the flasks lined on top of the table.  It
was the lord’s ewer. After glancing about once again to assure no one was