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head swam with desire and he fed that desire back to Naya with his mouth, his hands, his body.
    He dragged his lips down her neck, tonguing that wild beat below her jaw again before continuing lower, nipping her shoulder, her collarbone. He tasted the shallow dip at the base of her neck, his breath quickening at the salty sweetness of her perspiration. Another contradiction. Another sensation remembered.
    What else do you remember, Tarq?
    He needed to find out. He needed to explore… He scored a line from her neck down to her breasts with his mouth, flicking his tongue over the nipple he held captive with his fingers.
    Naya hissed in a sharp breath, her stomach muscles clenching, her hips lifting to his. She pulled against the hold on her wrists, a soft moan slipping past her lips. “Oh…”
    Dreylan ran his tongue once more over her nipple, circling its hard tip. She moaned again and ground her pussy to his cock. The snug leather of his breeches prevented him from feeling her dampness, but with every ragged breath he experienced her musky desire. The sensory stimulation was potent. He’d never felt so fucking aroused by just a woman’s scent, let alone the exquisite feel and taste of her nipple on his tongue. He thrust his shaft to her sex, rubbing his length over her labia with long, slow strokes, mirroring the lapping action of his tongue on her nipple.
    “Oh gods.” Naya bucked into the motion. “Oh gods, that feels…” She didn’t finish the exclamation. Instead, she lifted her right leg and, with an abandonment that sent Dreylan’s pulse into hyper-flight, wrapped it tightly around his hip.
    He drove his cock harder to her spread cunt, rubbing the hooded nub of her clit with each purposeful thrust. He didn’t know what the slavers had done to her since her abduction from New Earth, but he wanted to make her forget every moment of it. He wanted to show her what desire truly felt like.
    And, by the gods and all things undeniable, he desired her. Shit , did he desire her. Need her. Like fire needs oxygen.
    Dragging his hand from her wrists, he cupped her other breast, kneading its heavy swell in perfect rhythm with his rocking hips and tweaking fingers. Naya whimpered, eyelids closed, lips parted. He shifted his weight and plunged his tongue past those full lips, kissing her deeply for a savage moment before returning his mouth to her breasts.
    Naya arched her back, her fingers tangling in his hair with frenzied force. “Gods, oh gods,” she panted, writhing beneath him. “Oh, that feels…that feels…”
    Blissful heat bloomed deep in Dreylan’s gut at her inarticulate gasps. Her sexual awakening was an aphrodisiac. Intoxicating and powerful. He rolled one nipple between his teeth, suckled on it, teased its distended point with his tongue before moving to the other.
    Just when he felt Naya’s body begin to quiver, he pulled away, lifting his head to stare down at her flushed face. “Tell me what you’re feeling.”
    She shook her head, dragging in one rapid breath after another. “I can’t…I don’t know how…” She licked her lips and opened her eyes, gazing up at him through thick, dark lashes. “Please.” A deep blush painted her cheeks. “Don’t stop.”
    He rasped his thumbs over each nipple, loving the way her body instantly reacted to his touch, coiling and tightening. Anticipating. Readying. “Tell me.”
    “Heat,” she moaned. “Heat and tension. Like a knot of fire is growing in my…” She faltered, her teeth catching her bottom lip, her eyes closing.
    Dreylan circled her nipples again, slower this time, peppering a line of nipping kisses down the gentle curve of her neck before studying her face once more. “Tell me where, Naya. Where is your fire?”
    She whimpered, the leg wrapped around his hip pulling him harder to her spread sex. “Here,” she whispered on an almost inaudible breath.
    “Where?” Dreylan asked, teasing, moving his hips slightly. She shook her head.