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fabric of her garment too stifling. Janus leaned down until his breath brushed her lips.
    “And I have made it plain to you, Fay, that I will have you.”
    “Don’t kiss me.”
    She pressed her hand against his mouth. Surprise flashed through him as he felt her fingers touching his lips. Her voice was high and coated with desperation. But it was a vastly different form of that emotion than the fear-fueled sort he had come to expect from her. Something flickered through her eyes as the tip of her tongue appeared and moved over her lower lip. It was hunger. A deep craving that mirrored his own. Janus stared at the need shimmering in her gaze as the last remains of his doubt crumbled.
    She wasn’t straining against his hold. The reason was clear as his gaze found the twin points of her hard nipples. Fay was more afraid of her response to him than of his approach. He had made an error but it was one he was happy to discover.
    “Sweet Fay. You are better at camouflage than I ever suspected.” He leaned down and grazed her inner wrist with his teeth. She shivered as sensation raced down her arm and into her hard nipples. His opposite hand rose and pressed over one breast, his thumb gently stroking the aching tip of her right breast. “I thought you feared me, but the reality is that you fear your own reaction to me.” It was an acceptable fear in a 34
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    chaste female. She was not weak, merely uncertain. It was going to be his pleasure to introduce her to passion.
    Her eyes rounded with guilt as a little moan rose from her lips. It was the permission he’d often dreamed of, that undeniable proof that her body hungered for the same hard connection his flesh craved. His cock swelled harder in his pants, and he enjoyed the painful sensation of it. Twisting her wrists slightly, he held them up for a hard kiss, scraping his teeth along her tender skin. He felt her limb shake against his palm. Releasing her arm, he captured both sides of her face and closed the distance between their bodies. She gasped as he pressed his mouth against hers, pushing her lips wide to accept his kiss.
    Fantasies were not nearly as intense as reality, at least not when it came to Janus.
    Suspecting he might be able to steal every thought from her brain with his touch did not truly prepare her for the reality of her mind surrendering to his assault. Sweet pleasure poured over her, sweeping aside any further ideas of what she thought she longed for. What was independence compared to the need clamoring from her pussy for penetration? Both urges battled as Janus ran his tongue over her lower lip in a slow motion. She shivered because she only expected hard, fast possession from him. The slow lapping along her tender lip drew the pleasure out, suspending her in the moment as she hungered for him to thrust his tongue deep into her mouth where she might stroke it with her own.
    He slid one hard hand around her face and into her hair. His fingers tightened slightly, sending a little tingle of pain down her spine. It mixed with the need in her pussy, making her hips thrust towards his body in blatant invitation. He thrust his tongue into her mouth as his hand tipped her head back to take his penetration. His free hand boldly stroked down the length of her neck. He moved his fingers slowly over her bare skin as she let her tongue mingle with his. His taste and scent combined, fanning the flare of need burning in her pussy. It was no longer confined to her clit—there was a deep need to be filled clamoring for her to yield to him. Even the knowledge that Janus 35
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    would demand her submission made her shiver. Her body wanted only the strongest male to possess it.
    “You’re soft. So smooth and soft.” His voice was low and edged with demand. He held on to the nape of her neck, keeping her prisoner as he stroked her neck all the way to where her robe prevented him from touching her shoulder. His fingers slid over her chest to one