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tender flesh and she screamed out, shocked by the intensity of feeling that shot right down to her core. 
    Unconsciously, she wrapped her legs around his waist, her body no longer trembling with fear but with a hunger, a passion that she didn’t understand.  Last night had been crazy but this, what he was making her feel…it was like an urgent, intense pulsing that made her out of control. 
    Tasir heard the sexy sounds and reacted to them as if they were a lightning bolt.  He moved over to the other nipple, enjoying the way she was now rubbing against his body.  She was trying to move lower, to instinctively find that elusive solution to her problem, but with her body up in the air like this, she wasn’t going to find it. 
    “Tasir, I can’t…”
    “You can,” he countered before she could speak the words.  He was already walking over to the edge of the water.  He held her in his arms, kissing her the whole time.  He spread his shirt out on the ground, then laid her down, he looked at her and almost lost that famous control that so many had cursed. 
    He watched her body shift with unconscious invitation and couldn’t hold back.  He bent lower, his big body already between her legs and he nibbled his way down to that perfect place.  When his tongue touched her, she sat up with a shocked sound but he didn’t relent.  His body was aching to have her but he also wanted this experience to be the best of her life.  So when he continued his ministrations, she cried out as her back once again melted to the shirt.  A split second later, her hips were lifting up, almost offering herself to him and he took full advantage of that movement, sliding his hands underneath her round bottom and lifting her higher, his mouth moving against that sensitive place, ignoring her hands that tried to push him away.  He didn’t let up until he felt her body convulse. 
    The sight and taste of her splintering apart like that drove away all remnants of control.  Moving back up her body, he took her hands, lifting them so that they were once again around his neck.  “You’re mine, Jalayla,” he growled a moment before he pressed into her soft flesh.  When she stiffened slightly in his arms, he cursed himself.  “I’m sorry,” he groaned, regretting his too-powerful invasion.  This gentle, sweet woman was a virgin.  Or she had been. And he’d known that!  He should have gone slower, taken more care.  He should have…
    “Please don’t stop,” she said with a breathless sound, her hips shifting against his.  “Oh, please don’t!”  And her back arched against him, trying to take him deeper.  “Is this…”
    “No,” he laughed, the sound showing the pain he was in caused by going so slowly with her.  “That’s not all.”  He was so turned on by this woman, never had he felt this way.  Women were always very nice to hold and he had a strong sexual appetite, but never had a woman caused him to lose control like this. 
    But he wasn’t fighting it.  He shifted slightly, testing to make sure she really was okay.  When her mouth fell open and her eyes softened, he knew that she was fine.  Better than fine!
    He moved again, sliding in and out of her heat.  Over and over again, he shifted into her tight sheath, watching her eyes.  When he felt the bite of her nails in his shoulders, his control almost slipped again.  He could feel her tightening around him, felt her body shiver only moments before she screamed out, her climax washing over her once again.  And with that, he could no longer hold back.  He pushed into her one more time and lost it as his own orgasm pulsed through him, over him, around him.  And the whole time, he held onto this slender woman, the only anchor in this chaotic world for the moment. 
    When he collapsed, he tried to move to the side of her, not wanting to crush her, but he wasn’t sure he accomplished that objective.  He smiled when she curled up against him though,