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Tristan.
    Mouth against the tender skin at my waist, he worked my breasts in his big hands. There was no gentleness in the way he twisted my nipples, no tenderness in his conquering of my flesh. This was to be a claiming, possessive union. His hands already told me so.
    When his mouth finally reached my pussy I pulled my legs apart and moaned my need. He showed me no mercy. He circled and danced his lips everywhere but my clit even as I strained to present myself to him. An insanity of desire gripped and held me.
    Finally he locked on to me and set me free. I pushed into him, grinding into the exquisite pressure of his tongue against my throbbing clit. I knew he could sense how close I was to climax because he began to incite my orgasm with muffled groans that commanded me to let go.
    It was swift and sharp. I cried out at the intensity of the contractions that took over my body as he claimed me. Tristan sucked me hard, urging me to give him the prize of my release. Even after it should have been over, his insistent mouth pulled more from me until, too sensitive for touch, I pushed him away.
    My chest was still heaving with ragged breaths when he pulled me to the edge of the bed and turned me onto my stomach.
    "Put your knees on the edge of the bed," he told me. I was soon ass-up for the taking. He stroked his cock up and down over my slickness. "You're wet, my sweet. Wet, slick and swollen. Oh, God yes."
    I shifted my body, presenting myself to him. "Take me. I want you to take me now."
    Slap! The sting reverberated in my ear and in my flesh. "I will take you, Raina. In my time. When and where I desire it." He continued to spank the globes of my ass and I remembered how the pleasure of that burn excited me. His cock poked at my entrance and I tried to thrust back at him, to take him in deeper.
    Slap. Slap. Slap. "Not yet." He ran the head of his cock from my clit to my asshole, again and again spreading the slickness of my arousal all around.
    I grunted with animal pleasure when at last he thrust his cock into me. My channel sucked him in.
    "Greedy pussy," he growled as I pushed back taking him into me as far as I could. I could feel the hair at the base of his shaft tickle my tingling ass cheeks. He drew himself in and out of me ever so slowly, not yet in a rhythm, not yet abandoned.
    Once again he withdrew from me and placed the head of his cock against my asshole, tight and puckered. He had promised me that he'd go there and I wanted him to. I wanted to know how it would feel to be fucked where no one had ever fucked me. I wanted the secret and forbidden; the intimacy of barely imagined desire. Most of all, I wanted to give everything my body could give to him.
    He stroked my skin tenderly now as he played his cockhead against my sphincter. I was a little afraid and the fear only heightened my excitement. I pushed back against his probing member and held my breath, anticipating the unknown.
    It took my breath away when he forced past the crinkled ring. My body recoiled with the sharpness of his penetration and I cried out with a gush of air.
    "Relax . . . just relax," he told me as he stood behind me, motionless. Soon, I felt a far different sensation as my resistance eased. God, what a feeling. He hadn't started to move but already this incredible fullness swept me away. It was the idea that seared me. I hardly knew myself. I wanted to be taken in the most wanton way, an animal way I once considered base--something for porn movies and male fantasy.
    I thrust back against him, stretching the delicate flesh of my tender muscle around his girth, feeling him widen and occupy me. Tristan let out a sound of furious heat and grabbed my hips, pulling me hard down onto his erection. He pumped himself into me with restraint at first and I could sense that he was almost shaking with the effort not to bury himself to the hilt in my ass. Soon, my body cleaved to his desire and he was slapping fles h to flesh, claiming me.
    "Touch