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burned, and the memory of his erotic vision clouded his mind's eye. He'd seen himself fucking her, had practically felt the intoxicating heat of her sex enveloping his cock. His visions had never been wrong before.
    She stood before him, dark lashes lowered over her tawny eyes, her hips thrust forward. “I need it,” she said. “I need it right now."
    He needed it, too. He felt it beneath his skin, the relentless desire crawling around, making him ache to tear his clothes off and hers as well. Each moment took him further away from reason and closer to destruction. If he gave in, he'd be lost.
    He turned away and gripped the back of the nearest flight chair so hard that his nails indented the material. “You'll do anything to escape, won't you?"
    The stunner he'd given her clattered to the floor, and he cursed silently for forgetting to disarm her before turning his back.
    "Leave the cuffs on then,” she purred the words, but there was a desperate edge to her voice that mirrored the emotion roiling in his gut. “Tie me up again before you do it, just do it !"
    The heat of her body warmed his back. She stood behind him now, close enough that if he turned around he'd knock her over.
    "I want you."
    What man could be expected to resist this? Antarean's prided themselves on their stoicism, their strength of character, but under all the posturing, they were after all still mostly human.
    Kol took another deep breath, which did little to calm his lust. In fact, the breath of humid night air, laced with the ever-present scent of the infernal pollen, ignited something primal in him beyond his control.
    He had her in his arms in an instant. She gasped when he pushed her bound hands above her head with one hand and thrust his other into the waistband of her flight pants. “Do you know what you're asking me?"
    She nodded between shuddering breaths and spread her legs for him.
    Blinded by carnal thoughts, Kol accepted her invitation. In two steps he had her up against the nearest bulkhead, her bound hands draped around his neck to steady her. Ravenous, he pushed her flight pants down over her hips and together they struggled to get the mud-spattered material free of her long, slender legs. When she was naked from the waist down, he shoved her shirt up, exposing her taut-nippled breasts to his inspection.
    Her moan of pleasure when he closed his hungry hands over the mounds of flesh drove him mad. He had no time for the games of love making, the gentle play or the tender kisses. He squeezed her nipples between rough fingers, pinching tender flesh while he ground his hips against her.
    She arched back, eyes closed, and bit her lower lip.
    "You like that?” he asked, not really caring what answer she gave. She merely nodded and hung from him, panting, while he shed his own pants.
    "Spread wider,” he commanded when he'd freed his cock. Just like his vision, the rigid flesh lay dark against his palm, thick and hot. The scent of her arousal beckoned and he guided himself toward her.
    "Fuck me, come on!” she urged him, and had her legs wrapped around his waist a second later. He found her entrance, small and tight, and nudged it with the tip of his erection. The force of his desire made his knees weak and he needed better leverage.
    "No, I want you on the floor, beneath me, like the cats. Get down."
    She nodded again, eager to obey. Her readiness only spurred his desire to have her in any and every way. He ducked to allow her to unhook her hands from his neck and helped lower her to the floor where she knelt, her arms bent, legs wide in a position of supplication that mimicked that of the female carnivore.
    Kol mounted her without thought, placing his cock between the fulminate lips of her sex. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back against him, sliding deep into her tight channel with a final groan. “Is this what you wanted?"
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    Charity fought to control her breath. The Antarean's cock was huge and the pleasure/pain of his