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of torture, hot and wet and utterly remorseless. Her breath came fast and hard, the tension building up inside until she had trouble breathing. Still Saul’s hands held her firm as she struggled against him, 60
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    desperate for relief and terrified he might quit at the same time. His mouth sucked her deep inside, hard. Then it hit.
    K’rilla’s body spasmed as she came, pussy walls clutching for the cock he still hadn’t given her. This was even better than it had been before but he wasn’t done yet.
    Before she could even begin to catch her breath, he flipped her over and she landed on her hands and knees. Saul grasped her hips and thrust into her from behind, hard.
    K’rilla gasped. She’d forgotten how big he felt inside her, stretching the delicate membranes of her opening as he pushed through again and again. She braced herself, taking each thrust with her body and then shoving back at him. They fell into an exquisite rhythm, his cock filling her until she thought she’d scream from the intensity.
    Then he reached down under her, fingering her still-raw clit, and she did scream.
    The second climax hit her hard and fast, without warning. He didn’t let up for even a second, handling that sensitive nub so roughly it hurt. But that tiny bit of pain heralded even greater pleasure. The combination of his fingers and the thick length of him pummeling her from within brought her to the point of explosion once more.
    K’rilla screamed again, collapsing to the bed, unable to support her body any longer.
    Darius offered a triumphant, satisfied laugh. His hands grasped her hips firmly, pulling her into his body as he continued his thrusts. Again and again he filled her body until he gave his own cry of relief as waves of hot semen filled her cavity. Then he pulled her up and into his arms, cradling her as he collapsed against the bed in turn.
    They lay together, panting, for several moments before he spoke.
    “All right, I guess you can come with me.”
    K’rilla giggled, burrowing deeper into his arms.
    “Are you sure?” she asked. “I mean, if you’d rather I can stay behind and we can just do things like this in our imagination…”
    “Woman, you don’t know when to quit,” he growled, pulling her up for a hard kiss on the mouth.
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    “That’s probably true,” she replied when he finally released her. “But to be fair, I’m hungry and that’s impairing my judgment. If you want me to be any use to you as an engineer, you have to feed me.”
    “I can do that,” he said, kissing the tip of her nose. Then his face grew more serious.
    “You’ve never seen combat. It will be bad, K’rilla. Worse than you can imagine.”
    She looked him directly, willing him to believe her words as she spoke them.
    “We can do this together, Saul Darius,” she said. “We were created for each other, and we were created for a purpose. The sooner we go out and kick those Imperials in the ass, the sooner we can come home and spend all day, every day in bed. How does that sound to you?”
    “Engineer d’Pecoraio, I think you’ve summed up the situation perfectly. Now let’s eat before the food gets too cold.”
    K’rilla laughed and rolled off the bed. The weeks and months ahead would be hard, but for the first time in her life she felt like she really had the power to make a difference.
    This lifemate thing wasn’t too bad after all.
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    About the Author

    Joanna Wylde is a freelance writer who worked as both a journalist and a fundraiser before finding her niche in erotic romance. In April 2002, The Price of Pleasure was released as an ebook and quickly found a receptive audience. Jo is married and lives in north Idaho with her husband, David.

    Joanna welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.

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