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and parted her thighs until he’d pushed his cock between them.
Sandwiching his engorged flesh tightly between her legs, she moved
against him until he was rock hard and throbbing once more with his
own need.
    Drawing away from her, he grasped her knees,
pushing them up and parting her thighs wide as he probed the tender
flesh of her pussy with his cock head, forcing the mouth of her sex
open and penetrating her. Lana gasped as she felt his turgid flesh
sinking deeper inside of her, felt her flesh fisting around
his.
    She didn’t protest or make any attempt to
rush him as he possessed her fully and began a lazy rhythm of
thrust and retreat that teased as much as it pleased. Instead, she
stroked his muscular body appreciatively with her hands, savored
the feel of their joined bodies, the slowly mounting pleasure, his
heat and weight and scent as he engulfed her in a haze of welcome
longing. In time they reached a point where neither could bear to
wait longer, however, and he began to thrust faster and harder,
bringing them both to a shattering climax.
    He sprawled weakly atop her as the
pleasurable tension was swept away by release, leeching the
strength from his body. With an effort, he gathered his strength
and levered himself off of her after several moments, collapsing
beside her on her bunk.
    Lana was more than half asleep when she felt
his lips along her neck. “Insatiable brute,” she muttered with
amusement.
    She felt him smile against her throat. “Do
you yield, woman?”
    “ Mmm,” she murmured, lifting a hand to
stroke his hair. “Absolutely … but just once more … for
now.”
     

Chapter Eight
    Lana left her locator when she set out the
following morning. Sadin had crossed and re-crossed the trail she
followed until it was virtually useless to her. She’d packed for
three days. She didn’t know if she’d begun to hope that it would
take her that long to conclude her business on Ata Prime or if it
was merely common sense to expect that it was bound to take her
several days to find his lair.
    Her reluctance deeply disturbed her,
however, for many reasons.
    The first, of course, was that the longer
Sadin remained at large, the more danger he presented to everyone.
She was anxious to catch him before he killed again. She was fairly
certain that she’d correctly assessed the situation and that she
was his prime target now and he would not be seeking another
helpless female to target. She could not be completely certain that
he wouldn’t, though, and that made it of prime importance to catch
up to him as quickly as humanly possible.
    She had no intention of doing less than her
best regardless of her mixed feelings about leaving Ata Prime.
    She didn’t know whether she was more glad,
or more sorry, that she’d allowed herself to become so deeply
involved with Corin.
    Leaving was going to be one of the hardest
things she’d ever done.
    It was mid day before she managed to thrust
Corin sufficiently toward the back of her mind to focus on her
task. Wryly, she realized that she’d probably done more to endanger
herself and help Sadin than he could’ve possibly imagined.
Fortunately for her, she hadn’t run into him while she was
wandering along the trail thinking about Corin instead of catching
a killer.
    She took herself to task as she glanced
toward the forest again, wondering if Corin was close by.
    Taking her map from her pack, she studied it
once more, trying to decide if the cabin she’d targeted actually
was the one most likely to appeal to him or if she’d lost her edge
entirely. Everything about the cabin’s location spoke to her,
however, and she finally decided to stop worrying over it. If she’d
guessed wrong, they would try again, but the likelihood was strong
that she would spring Sadin’s trap soon.
    As the first cabin came into view in the
afternoon, her adrenaline began pumping through her system and, to
her relief, her training kicked in. She was completely focused as
she drew