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Her emotions or his, they blended so he could
no longer tell one from the other.
    Zane finished removing his
clothes. He pulled her down on the bed with him, and starting at
her neck, he nipped and kissed his way down her body. Her body
vibrated with pleasure under his open-mouthed kisses. She buried
her fingers in his silken hair, pulling it free of the cord that
bound it, and shuddered when he captured her taut nipple with his
mouth. He suckled long enough to make her writhe and then set to
stroking every inch of her flesh as he worked closer and closer to
her center. He proceeded with infinite slowness. By the time his
hand brushed her heat she gasped and arched off the bed. He dipped
his fingers inside her moist sheath and she thrust against his hand
as she clenched the bedcovers in her fists. Katarina moaned as he
built her pleasure higher and higher. The need coiling inside her
pounded in his head until he could take it no more than she and he
lowered his mouth to her heat and suckled. She screamed and
orgasmed in a burst of energy that stole his breath and tested the
limits of his control.
    Torn between her ecstasy
and the effort it took not to join her in release before he even
entered her, he tried to separate his mind from hers, but she
wrapped around him, in him. Or perhaps it was he that thread
through her mind. He could no longer tell. The meld was deeper than
anything he'd experienced and their shared bliss wound them closer
together.
    He gave himself to the
meld, and drove Katarina's need higher by alternating suckling her
and delving his long fingers into her and toying with the spot that
sent waves of pleasure washing from her to him. When she balanced
on the edge of another release, he blanketed her, reveling in the
absolute trust flowing from her to him. He pushed inside her inch
by inch, straining at the effort it took to allow her body time to
accommodate to him. He halted when he butted against the membrane
that marked her as virgin. His muscles trembled and sweat beaded on
his forehead from the effort, but he waited until Katarina grabbed
his buttocks.
    "More!" She thrust upwards
and he winced at the sharp pain that echoed from her to him, but
his desire drowned her pain so that she urged him on with hands and
hips. The tatters of his control gave way and he gave in to the
feral need driving both of them. She clung to him, meeting him
thrust for thrust as he ascended a mountain of pleasure higher than
he ever imagined. The whisper of his hair against her skin, the
tingle of hands as they traced his spine, and the mixing of her
scent and his into a unique perfume saturated his senses. He
yearned for release, but their combined need drove him higher,
coiling tighter and tighter. The pleasure--his, hers--consumed him
so that he shuddered as if he were cold, but felt as if he were
burning up on the inside. He wanted it to last, but feared that
already the intensity of their joining might forever change him.
Then, Katarina threw her head back and gasped as a violent shudder
rocked her body. Her nails dug into his shoulders and her muscles
clenched him, finally setting off his release. His mind exploded in
ecstasy and twined seamlessly with Katarina's psyche. For an
instant he was Katarina. Katarina was Zane. Together they were
unimaginable bliss. Time held no meaning. Seconds, minutes, or
hours, it didn't matter. Where before there was emptiness,
loneliness, now there was completion, unity, and the pleasure. O
mala omea, the pleasure! His thought, half in Truscan, half in
English shattered the unity. Or maybe it simply melted away. He lay
atop Katarina, too drained to think, feel, let alone
move.
     
    ***
     
    Katarina's ragged breathing
finally evened out. "I never imagined it could be like
that."
    Half asleep, Zane hugged
her close as he rolled off and then held her within the circle of
his arms. She closed her eyes and burrowed against his chest. They
lay in silence for a time. Just as she began to doze