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didn’t take pleasure
this way like any man—in fact he’d often thought of Aknada while taking his own
cock in hand.
    This time though, he thought he’d lose his mind and sense if
he didn’t do it now. Fast.
    He didn’t try to stifle sounds of pure sexual release
issuing from his throat as he imagined Aknada’s pretty lips circling his cock.
Her hand would cup his balls, squeezing them and caressing them lightly as her
wet tongue and mouth wrapped around his length and teased him with stroke after
stroke. Shaking and moaning, he couldn’t resist imagining her pussy. He would
thrust into her warm center. Slick and hot and tight, her body would accept
him. She’d sigh with pleasure. She’d clutch him to her as he tunneled into her.
She’d shiver around him in ecstasy as she came on his cock.
    He couldn’t take it anymore.
    As lightning lit up the darkened room, pleasure crashed over
him. He growled as his cock released a stream of life force. Ecstasy scalded
him, made him shake and moan with pleasure.
    As he washed away evidence of his sexual needs, he vowed
Aknada would someday trust him enough to accept him into her body. His idea
that he would take marriage with her selflessly without sex had vanished. He
wanted her to heal, and he knew the only way would be sex with him. Sex that
banished her memory of lost power, of humiliation and pain. He would erase
those horrible memories with dignity, wanton pleasure and happiness. He would
conquer her fear.
    And if he was very, very fortunate, find a way into her
heart.

Chapter Five
     
    Aknada watched refugees straggle into Marc’s encampment the
following day. Rain had retreated to a light drizzle, but dark clouds built
once again to the north.
    Flooding started in the Tarrian jungle sometime in the night
as a river overflowed its banks. No one remembered the rains being this bad,
not even the elders. Rain had torn through camps in the desert, turning the
usual dry and sandy ground into a morass of quicksand, even sending a wide flow
of it into the jungle. She’d learned of all this from people as they arrived in
the area.
    Xandra came to Aknada’s side. “This is awful.”
    Xandra nodded, uncertain how to form what she thought into
reasonable words. “It is. But it is not the first time it has happened nor will
it be the last.”
    “How could this be helped? Was there any way to warn
people?”
    A soft chuckle of disbelief left Aknada’s throat. “People
have predicted the weather for many years and with great accuracy on Dragonia.
This time, their understanding of it failed. It isn’t possible to always be
correct. In anything.”
    Aknada turned her gaze on Xandra when Xandra didn’t speak.
“I’m sorry. Did I say something untoward or offensive?” She smiled wryly. “I’ve
been known to do that.”
    Xandra chuckled and squeezed Aknada’s shoulder. “Not at all.
I understand what you mean.” Silence surrounded them for a short time before
she asked, “Where is Marc?”
    Aknada kept her voice steady. “He took some men into the
jungle. They’re checking for people who may be hurt and need shelter.”
    Xandra slanted her a suspicious look. “Marc is an interesting
man. When I first met him, I thought maybe he was a true rogue. Not a rogue in
disguise like Rayder.”
    “His past is dubious. He’s hidden behind the mask of rogue
to help other people. He prefers if people don’t know he’s a good man. It’s
safer if they think he is made of hard metal.”
    “Isn’t he?” Xandra asked.
    “It depends on what he is doing. In battle he is formidable.
He’s a man with many edges and angles. But I suppose you like him the way he
is.”
    Xandra’s expression held mischief. “Yes. You’re right. You’re
worried about Marc though.”
    “Of course. Just as you’re worried about Rayder.”
    Xandra took her hands and squeezed them. “They’ll both be
all right.”
    “How do you know?”
    Xandra sighed. “I have to believe it or I wouldn’t