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shoulder-length hair swung forward against his bare skin. “Your turn.”
    She hesitated but decided that it was better to go in under her own power rather than hide behind seduction. Lera slipped out of her shoes and removed her trousers with a few tugs of the fabric sash that held them up.
    She kicked them aside, showing him the curves of her limbs from mid-thigh down. With her hands shaking, she unknotted the tie of her tunic, and once it was hanging loose, she whipped it over her head and to the side as quickly as she could.
    She closed her eyes as he stared at her, wearing nothing but daylight on her skin. She held her breath as she felt him come closer.
    “Open your eyes, Lera.”
    She opened one and exhaled as she saw that he wasn’t disgusted by the peachy tone of her skin. “I am sorry, no part of me moves independently.”
    He chuckled and used his fingertips to caress her neck, slowly moving downward. “That is not a necessary criteria for me. I merely want to touch every inch of this lovely body and then slowly stroke my cock into your heat.”
    The shiver that ran through her puckered her nipples as he watched. The temptation was too much apparently, he leaned forward and took her left nipple between his teeth, pulling before he covered her and sucked hard. Her knees buckled, but with his teeth working at her, she was not about to collapse.
    The surge of slick invitation between her thighs made her blush. She could smell her own heat, so it was a surety that he could. Instead of rushing things, he continued to stroke her skin, exploring on the way down. Her other breast was treated to the same attack and attention and a low moan emerged from her throat.
    His sucking and stroking was driving her to distraction. Her skin tingled and a fine veil of sweat coated her when he finally started stroking the slick folds between her thighs. She could hear how wet she was as his fingers moved around before delving inside.
    A furious blush ran through her skin as Lera experience the combination of humiliation and arousal at her own body’s responses.
    She swayed in his grip, and only his hand on her back kept her from falling over. His fingers slid over her clit, and she jolted as her body revelled in the electric shock. She saw his gaze flick to hers as he caught on to her uncontrollable responses.
    He stroked her clit again, and this time, she gripped his shoulders, digging her nails into his skin. He rubbed against her until her gasping turned into low moans that caused her to shudder in his grip while he teased that tiny bud of sensation.
    The coil of arousal that he had twisted inside her snapped without warning, sending her to her knees. He caught her on the way down and laughed against her neck.
    She moaned low in her throat as he lifted her to his bed and moved over her. “My mate, now and beyond.”
    Lera looked up into his eyes, and the bright gold was blazing with more than heat. “Yours. Now and beyond.”
    “Good enough.” He fitted his cock to her, and it undulated in her wet heat, working into her with only light pressure from his hips.
    She lifted her hips to his, pressing up against him, her channel wrapping around the invader and holding him tight.
    He groaned. “I thought you couldn’t do any tricks.”
    She laughed. “It is a reflex. Once you are inside, I want to either hold you there or expel you. Which one is up to you.”
    He nuzzled at her neck. “Birol.”
    “What?”
    “My name is Birol. I want to hear it on your lips when you surrender.” He smiled against her neck and shifted his hips while his cock continued its undulations inside her.
    Lera stroked her hands up his ribs and wrapped her arms around his back. “Birol. I am pleased to meet you.”
    “Not yet, but that is my goal.”
    He moved slowly against her and within her. Each thrust stroked the inner walls of her channel until she was staring blindly into his eyes and clutching at him desperately.
    His movements picked up