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faded quickly, replaced by a warm, smooth friction.  Then she could feel his bulk inside her, thick and long and throbbing as he eased his way deep inside until the hard muscles of his abdomen pressed against her buttocks.
    Something wet and warm trickled down the inside of her thigh, and a coppery scent filled Anja's nostrils.  The Beast smelled it too, her virginal blood, and his breath grew faster as he began to move inside her.
    Anja gripped the pile of furs as he lunged against her, stretching her with his girth.  Despite her tightness, his every movement sent waves of warm pleasure rolling through her.
    The Beast gripped her waist, controlling her movements even as he pounded her with his enormous manhood.  Anja felt as though she'd been impaled, free to move only along his shaft.  She rocked back against him, rolling her hips in time with his thrusts.
    Their bodies moved together, apart, and together again in a frenzy of lust.  The Beast's body seemed to radiate heat, warming her from within.  Even as the snow fell in thick blankets outside, sweat trickled down Anja's ribs and over the curve of her breasts to drip from her nipples.  Her hair hung damp and dark with perspiration.
    Her pleasure rose with each thrust, and Anja rested her head on her forearm and slid her other hand back between her legs.  Her fingers slipped between her open folds and brushed against that sweet nub, so swollen and sensitive now that even the lightest touch felt like the crackling energy in the wake of a lightning strike.  The Beast's thickness moved in and out of her, and she rubbed herself as she rocked back against him.
    The pleasure grew in intensity until it felt as white-hot as the fire of a blacksmith's forge.  Her body seemed a small and fragile thing to contain that pleasure, a crystal goblet full of molten steel.  It burst within her, consuming her, shattering her consciousness in a moment of such utter ecstasy that Anja screamed, a wordless, feral sound that matched the wildness of the creature inside her.
    Her body convulsed and shook beneath him, every muscle tightening as pure sensation rolled through her.  Her already-tight opening clenched around the Beast's solid cock, and she could feel every ripple of his flesh moving inside her.
    He stiffened against her as she came, and that oaken rod swelled and throbbed.  A long, ear-splitting howl erupted from the Beast's mouth and echoed through the cave as something else erupted inside her.  He pulled Anja tight against him and thrust deeper than ever before as he filled her with his seed, hot and thick and plentiful.  Each throbbing pulse brought more, until his manhood was covered, and it began to drip and dribble out of her hole and down the inside of her folds, mingling with the thin stream of blood already drying against her thigh.
    The Beast's mighty arms came down beside her shoulders, and his hot breath covered her neck as his hands rested beside her.  She felt him diminishing inside her, his frenzied lust slaked as the last tremors of her own climax subsided into trembling aftershocks.
    The Beast eased her down onto the slab, and Anja curled into the furs with a satisfied sigh.  Her terror, washed away in the fury of the Beast's passion, crept back into her mind now.  What would happen now that he had taken her?  Would she be cast out into the storm?
    The Beast settled down behind her, his massive chest warm against her back.  She snuggled up against him and stroked the furs beneath her.  Her fingers found a small slit in one of the hides.  She recognized the hole as an arrow wound, and froze.  The savage creature hunted with arrows?
    She twisted suddenly, rising to look at her captor, but instead of the dark, hairy beast, she found Lucas Salkar sharing the slab with her.
     
    Her betrothed met her eyes with a steady gaze even as Anja's world fell apart.  He was naked and his tanned face contrasted with the fair skin of his body.  Anja wanted to