Free High Energy by Dara Joy

long, fragrant hair, breathing deeply of its clean masculine scent
    before writhing against him like a cat in heat.
    Tyber went wild.
    He rolled on top of her, pinning her beneath him. His mouth crashed down on
    hers, a searing brand of possession. His fingers laced with hers, pinning her to
    the cushion beneath them as he imprisoned her hands in a classic stance of male
    sexual domination. This enlightened Renaissance man had just shed his cloak of
    refinement; he became untamed, insatiable, and definitely ready for love.
    He entered her in one sure stroke to the hilt.
    They both cried out.
    She wrapped her legs tightly around him. He wrapped his arms tightly around her.
    Then Tyber fused his mouth to hers and moved in her. And moved in her. And moved
    in her.
    She felt the first tremors, not quite sure what was happening. She begged him to
    stop; Tyber ignored her.
    He was relentless.
    She began sobbing. She threatened him if he stopped. For the first time in her
    life, she lost her inhibitions; she screamed and hollered and had one hell of a
    time. When the exploding spasms rocked her, they were so intense, she took him
    with her right over the edge.
    Tyber groaned from the depths of his soul and had the most powerful orgasm he
    had ever had in his life. Collapsing on top of her, he nestled his head in her
    shoulder, too shaken to move a muscle.
    Zanita came down to earth, blinked her eyes at the moon, and grinned like the
    Cheshire cat against the sweat-slicked skin of Tyber's throat.
    Good Lord… He had done it!
    She had been well and truly befuddled.
    After several minutes, Tyber raised his head, tossing back his mane of hair.
    He had figured it out.
    The knowledge that he wanted this woman now, again, tomorrow, became crystal
    clear to him. She had responded to him as she had to no other man, he was sure
    of that. His arms tightened around her as he bent forward to give her a sweet,
    lingering kiss.
    His fingers massaged her scalp as he gazed thoughtfully into her eyes. "I'm the
    first one to make you feel that way."
    "How did you know?" She seemed surprised at his level of perception.
    Tyber raised a lordly eyebrow. "Well, let me think… I could say it's intuition
    or even my great psychic ability, but perhaps it was all the yelling—'Oh my God
    what's happening please don't stop you're killing me.' Yes, I definitely think—"
    She punched his shoulder.
    He chuckled, planting a quick kiss on the tip of her chin.
    "You're very proud of yourself, aren't you?"
    "Mmm." His mouth trailed down to her collarbone where he lingered in possessive
    male afterplay.
    "I'm thinking I really shouldn't have added to your arrogance level, Doc."
    "The decision was, shall we say, taken out of your hands. Besides"—he nipped her
    chin—"I don't have an arrogance level."
    "Ha! Oh, Tyber, don't do that…" She sucked in her breath as his open mouth drew
    strongly on her neck. She shivered.
    He stopped to look at her. "Are you getting cold?"
    Not hardly. But she nodded, discretion being the better part of valor. Now that
    she wasn't under the influence of her raging hormones, she was beginning to get
    slightly embarrassed. They were lying naked, outside in a lounge chair under the
    light of the full moon. True, the blanket covered them, but what if Blooey
    should decide to take a midnight stroll in the backyard?
    More worrisome, she had never hopped into bed so fast with anyone in her life.
    She had known Steve for two years before taking the plunge, and Rick—even with
    that aberration, she had been dating him for several months. What was she to
    make of this? How was she supposed to behave? They weren't involved, yet she had
    been more intimate with Tyber than she had been with anyone in her life. He had
    seen her totally out of control.
    She massaged the bridge of her nose with her thumb and forefinger. No, he had
    caused her to become totally out of control.
    Tyber took command like a regular blood-and-guts general.
    The man was