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and
holding her there.
    She gave him a mischievous look through
lowered eyelashes. "Turnabout is fair play, Ukiah. What's good for
you, is good for me."
    "Marisa," he groaned, wavering for a moment.
Hot need and the desire to feel her mouth on his cock very nearly
overwhelmed him. But he tightened his grip when she would have slid
down his body. "Later. You can do anything you want to me later,
when we get back to the lodge."
    "Promise?"
    She licked over a rigid nipple and his hips
bucked. He panted. "Promise," he said, then led her into the main
chamber and stopped next to a fur-covered pallet.
    Marisa's breath caught at seeing the
restraints. Something darkly erotic uncoiled inside her at
imagining herself bound to the two strips of leather attached to
the floor at the upper corners of the mat. "I don't think this is
standard equipment for a sauna."
    Ukiah cupped her face and forced her to meet
his eyes. The dark, dark eyes of the thunderbird. "You are mine."
he said, and she felt the words all the way to her soul. Felt them
echoing from the past and had a fleeting image of standing naked,
her wrists bound in front of her as these same words were once
spoken in a language she didn't know, their meaning translated by
the way her captor's gaze roamed possessively over her body.
    "I'm yours," she whispered, arousal
trickling down the inside of her thighs.
    She allowed him to guide her to the bedding,
to tether her wrists and make her helpless. A symbolic gesture
because bound or freed, she trusted him completely and would never
willingly leave him.
    Ukiah straddled her, his heart swelling with
pride and pleasure and possessiveness. She was beautiful, inside
and out. And even though she was the one in restraints, when it
came to her, he was equally helpless.
    He lowered himself, groaned as his sac
settled on her warm belly. His mouth covered hers, captured,
claimed, then moved to her ear, her neck, and finally to her
breast.
    He took her nipple between his teeth. Bit
down on it, flicked it with his tongue. Sucked it as she whimpered
and writhed beneath him, sending bursts of near painful ecstasy
through him.
    Liquid heat escaped, coating the head of his
cock, wetting her in the places where their bodies touched. It was
primitive, raw. He had to fight the urge to take himself in hand
and bring himself to orgasm so he could mark her with his seed.
    The heady scent of her arousal finally drew
him away from her nipple. He kissed and bit and licked his way
downward. Parted her thighs and held her open so he could look at
her, taste her, drive her to orgasm by swirling his tongue over her
clit, plunging it into her slit.
    Over and over again he made her cry out in
release, her pleas turning to screams, her body bowing, arms
fighting the restraints.
    Finally she went lax. And even then Ukiah
couldn't get enough of her.
    He nuzzled her swollen folds, sucked on
them. Dragged his tongue along her creamy opening until she was
whimpering again, her hips undulating, his name a ragged whisper on
her lips.
    Only the demands of the thunderbird gave him
the strength to crawl up her body and position himself above her.
His hands went to hers, fingers entwining though he didn't free her
wrists. He impaled her with a single hard thrust, forced open a
channel that still seemed barely able to contain him.
    Thunder rumbled as she wrapped her legs
around him. Welcomed him completely. Held him deep in her body as
if she would never let him go. "Fly with me," he said.
    Marisa stared into his coal-black eyes as
their bodies moved in a timeless rhythm. An ancient dance.
    There was no fire in this room as there had
been in the cave, but at the corner of her vision shadows formed
and flickered on the walls. They blended and merged in time to
Ukiah's thrusts, to the drums and chants edging into her
consciousness, filling her and building in intensity.
    He became more forceful, more frenzied as
another orgasm built, this one a tidal wave compared to the