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her up against the trunk of an enormous oak. “I came out here to make
you mine.”
    “I told you.”
Her voice quavered with excitement and need. “I am yours.”
    “Not yet.” He
pressed against her, letting her feel his enormous cock, hot against her belly.
“But before the night’s over… you will be.”

 
 
 
 
 
    Chapter Five

 
    He was going to
fuck her.
    Graeme heard
himself panting with excitement as he rubbed against the soft skin of her
belly. It felt so good, and yet he knew he couldn’t come this way. He could only
come with her active participation. He knew that now, even if he didn’t
understand it.
    He didn’t want
to come like this, anyhow. He wanted to slip into her warm, wet pussy, to claim
her as his own, to fuck her until she screamed. He’d already made her come,
over and over again, until she was dripping with moisture. She was wet and hot
and ready for him, and he wanted to thrust into her soft body and fuck her
until he came deep inside, spilling his seed into her, making her his forever.
    Vaguely, he was aware
that he should be thinking about reaching for his jeans and finding a condom.
He was a responsible guy, and he didn’t go around spilling anything into
women—certainly not into women he barely knew. But the idea of a condom seemed
foreign, somehow. Alien. He couldn’t imagine using a condom with her.
    He had to spill
himself into her. He had to.
    He gripped her
by the waist and lifted her against the oak. It was easy, as if she weighed
nothing at all. He ought to have been taken aback by his own strength, but
somehow it didn’t surprise him in the least. It seemed entirely natural—just as
natural as his need to fuck this woman he hardly knew.
    “Graeme.” Her hands
settled on his shoulders, and she tried to push him away, without much
sincerity. “We can’t. Not until the moon is full.”
    “I have to.” His
voice sounded like a low growl, even to his own ears. “You’re mine, and I—I
can’t wait, Rhea. I have to have you.”
    “Listen to me.”
She stared into his eyes. “Trust me. If you do this tonight, you will suffer
terribly until the full moon.”
    “I don’t care.”
He let the swollen head of his cock slide against the slick warmth of her inner
thigh. God, it was good. So hot so wet so good. He whimpered with need.
“Please, Rhea. Say yes. I’ve never needed anyone this much.”
    She closed her
eyes. “Nor have I,” she whispered, and then her eyelashes fluttered open, and
she stared straight into his eyes. “Very well,” she murmured. “I am yours.”
    He heard himself
make a noise that sounded almost like a sob of relief, and then he flexed his
hips, pushing the head of his cock against her wet, hot core. The feel of her
moisture over the sensitive glans of his cock was almost too much to bear, and
a spasm rocked him.
    For a terrible
moment he thought he might come then and there, but he gritted his teeth,
holding himself back. Good though this felt, it wasn’t enough. He needed so
much more.
    In a moment, the
overwhelming need passed, and he rubbed against her, feeling her creaming on
him, her moisture crowning the head and running down the shaft. He was so
sensitized that he could feel each trickle of wetness as it made its way down
his cock. He rubbed very gently, making no move to thrust into her, and as her
arousal grew, he felt more trails of moisture caressing his flesh.
    It was amazing.
He’d never been this sensitive before. He wasn’t even inside her, and it
already felt like he’d died and gone to heaven.
    She squirmed
against him, stimulating the head of his cock further, and he gripped her hips
to hold her still.
    “Please,” she
whispered. “Fuck me.”
    The blunt words
stoked the fire inside him, but he held himself back. This was too good, too
novel. He didn’t want it to end. But he was willing to compromise. He flexed
his hips again, and let the head of his cock slip inside.
    His breath hissed
between his