Free Icarus Rising by Bernadette Gardner

right words, not a
    proper protest at all. He could easily interpret them to mean
    "go on, take me, claim me".
    As if he'd heard her silent plea, he thrust his free hand into
    her shorts. She gasped but failed to protest when his
    searching fingers found her clit and began to massage the
    engorged flesh. Excitement coursed through her veins,
    making every muscle contract in time to his intimate
    massage.
    With a hard wall at her back and hard man in front of her,
    she had nowhere to go. Pushing her hips forward was the
    only move she could make, and that merely heightened the
    friction of his fingers in the sensitive folds of flesh between
    her thighs. Warmth spread through her lower body and her
    juices began to flow hot around the intrusion. He moaned into
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    her ear and in response she whimpered, still searching for the
    words that would end this torment.
    "Caleb..."
    He found her opening and without warning, penetrated.
    Her body stiffened. She should have fought, should have
    wrenched away but all she wanted was more, deeper, harder.
    She closed her eyes and let him play her, all the while willing
    herself to speak, but nothing coherent came out.
    Every nerve in her body screamed for release. The
    pressure of his fingers sliding against her inner flesh sent her
    reeling. His palm brushed her mound, causing a spiral of
    aching need to coil up into her womb. She should have tried
    to escape, beat on his back with her fists, scratch him, but all
    she could do was revel in his plundering of her body. She'd
    wanted this for too long to make it go away. She needed him
    in her and she needed to come so her mind would clear and
    the relentless ache in her pussy would end.
    Thrust after illicit thrust of his finger left her trembling on
    the edge of release. She clung to him, afraid to make a sound
    that would bring him back to himself and make him realize
    exactly what he was doing. She closed her eyes and gave in
    to the rhythm, the friction, the pent-up need and finally,
    choking on a sob of relief, she came. Her sex contracted hard
    around him and she moaned. Undaunted, he pumped his
    finger harder into her, quick thrusts that left her shuddering
    and blind with pleasure, then he pulled out and trailed her
    cream along her thigh.
    Their eyes met for an instant and she saw satisfaction in
    his dark gaze. He'd won her, he'd broken her defenses and
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    laid her open for his conquest. Now he could take her more
    easily, while the shuddering contractions of her body left her
    weak and unable to resist him.
    "Say no. Please, Zara, make me stop." Low and husky, his
    voice held desperation. He didn't want this.
    The man she'd spent months walking on the beach with,
    delving into his psyche and learning what she'd foolishly
    believed was everything about him, didn't want to ravage her.
    That realization cooled her blood by a degree. Caleb would
    never forgive himself if he allowed the symbion to rule him. If
    he lost this battle of wills, he'd never win another.
    Summoning what little strength she had left, Zara
    wrenched her body away from the wall. She threw all her
    anger and frustration into the move, which knocked Caleb off
    balance and sent him backpedaling. He relinquished his grasp
    on her wrists and stumbled away from her.
    Bereft and mortified by her body's reaction to him, Zara
    flung herself toward the exit on wobbling legs but stopped
    halfway, remembering how frightened she'd been on the
    exposed shelf of rock.
    Panting from her unexpected orgasm and shivering from
    the loss of his warmth, she crossed her arms over her chest
    and turned to confront him. "No." There. She'd said it. It
    seemed ridiculous to finally protest now after she'd not only
    allowed him to fuck her but enjoyed it. Whether her lack of
    conviction showed in her voice, she couldn't tell, but Caleb
    seemed to believe it.
    She held up her hand before he could speak.