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clutching at one another with need.  She felt herself grow wet with desire, and knew that this time, she would not say no to him.  Their kisses became more ardent, more passionate, and suddenly Nathan pulled away from Rebecca and said in a voice thick and heavy with desire: “Darling, you need to say no to me now, or I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop.”
    “I don’t want you to stop,” she whispered.  “Please, take me, Nathan.”
    With a barely contained growl, he caught her up in his arms and carried her from the cockpit to a spacious cabin deep in the catamaran.  He carried her easily, like a child, and dimly she realized that his double nature must give him strength beyond that of a normal human man.  Nathan set her down gently, and she stood before him, noting his need as was evident through the large bulge straining his jeans.  “Strip for me,” he whispered, sitting on the bed.  She did as she was told.  Unbuttoning her shirt, she let it fall to the floor, revealing the black lace bra that made him gasp at the sight of it.  Next, she unbuttoned her shorts and stepped out of them.  She stood before him in only her bra and panties, which she knew to be soaked through, her core aching with need for him. 
    Nathan removed his T-shirt quickly and came to her, the unnatural heat of his skin radiating out toward her.  He raised her face to his and kissed her once, deeply, and then ran one finger slowly down her body toward her throbbing core.  Pushing aside her soaking panties, he stroked between her glistening folds, igniting a fire in her that broke through her in a strangled cry of need .  He dropped to his knees, pulling the fabric aside.  She cried out again as his tongue traced a path from her thigh, up in a single, lapping motion, to her dripping wet center.  He licked and sucked at her as she wound her hands in his hair for balance.  Every single stroke of his tongue threatened to send her over the edge, but he was careful, stopping just short each time, until she began to beg him incoherently for release.  She whimpered and strained toward his tongue, and then suddenly he stopped.
    She moaned loudly in frustration, gasping for breath, and felt him chuckle in satisfaction.  Standing, he gently pushed her back to a sitting position on the bed.  He removed his belt, then his pants, letting his large, erect shaft spring free.  He was magnificent; just the sight of him made her core ache with longing for him to plunge into her, filling her and ravaging her.  He came to her again, and undid the clasp of her bra, pulling it away from her.  “Beautiful,” he breathed. “Now, lie down.” 
    She did as she was ordered, and closed her eyes, wanting to feel every touch as completely as possible. He kissed her again, and she could taste herself on him.  He nipped at her breasts, first at one pink bud, then the other, making her gasp with pleasure.  She felt his hot fingers between her legs again, and her hips rose up to meet them. “Don’t move,” he growled.  His mouth moved lower again, his hands spreading her legs wide to welcome his hot, searching mouth.  She forced herself to try to hold still, even as his tongue found her center again and began lapping long, slow laps over her swollen nub.  She gasped and tried not to writhe as her hips  tightened with the effort not to thrust up to meet the source of her pleasure.  The heat between her legs was blazing, an agony of delicious need.  His hot tongue continued to slide and swirl along her folds, exploring every inch of her, teasing her, making her pant and plead.  Then, suddenly, the first wave of a massive orgasm ripped through her, lashing at her over and over as she seemed to fall through space.  She jerked and shuddered as her climax coursed through her in waves.  She was aware of crying out his name, of feeling as though she was losing the boundaries of herself as she exploded outward like a sun, engulfing everything