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Ruby wanted to, but some tiny bit of logic in that perverse part of her brain which was not yet turned to molten lava intruded, and she shook her head.

Thork looked at her disbelievingly for just one moment before he laughed at the challenge of her resistance. A resolute determination washed over his expression. Holding her arms firmly at her sides, he slid down her body and knelt between her knees, spreading her thighs wide. Then he slid even lower and began an assault with his tongue that caused Ruby to arch her hips high off the bed and scream…and scream…and scream with pure, satiated, ravaging pleasure.

Thork was panting heavily. “Do you concede?” he asked hopefully, sitting back on his knees.

Ruby nodded and could not move when he rolled over for her to get up and put on the lingerie he handed to her. She slid to the edge of the bed and tried to stand. Her knees buckled ignominiously, and Thork caught her, laughing appreciatively at the havoc he’d wreaked on her body.

With a grim smile, he helped her dress—a ludicrous operation, considering they both were in a whirling dervish of sexual frenzy. Veins stood out on Thork’s engorged erection, threatening to burst their sensitized nerve endings. Ruby knew that only one touch from her would put him over the edge.

When he finally got the teddy on with clumsy fingers, Thork lay back on the pillows of the bed languidly, with arms folded behind his head. He asked her to walk across the room. She did.

“Now, take it off,” he whispered.

Slowly, sensuously, Ruby removed the teddy in the way Jack had shown her pleased him most, peeking back at him over her shoulder, brushing her own breasts “accidentally” with her fingertips when she pulled the garment down. Standing with her legs slightly spread, she inserted both hands in the waistline and pulled it down, then bent and pulled it lower over one leg and then another.

“For the love of Freya!” Thork exclaimed finally, unable to stand any more. He pulled her to the bed with him. Holding her tightly in his arms, gasping for air, he tried to regain some semblance of control. Finally he laid her back gently on the pillows and brushed the damp tendrils of her hair off her face.

“What shall we do now?” he rasped out with a wry grin. “I must admit you have taken me beyond the bounds of everything I ever thought to experience with a woman and not yet consummated the act.”

Ruby could no longer fight her attraction to this devastating male. She smiled her surrender and put both hands on either side of his face, pulling him closer. The time for resistance had passed.

Chapter Eighteen

“I want you inside me,” Ruby admitted huskily. “More than anything else, I want…oh—”

“Here?”

“Please.”

“Like this?”

“Oh, my goodness!”

Whispering softly, Thork moved over her, spread her thighs and bent her knees. With sweet gentleness, he placed himself at the door of her womanhood and slowly tried to breach the lock that should not be there. A gush of wetness seeped from Ruby, and Thork groaned, easing in the tip of his hardness. Ruby’s body spasmed and welcomed him in an orgasmic clasp. She turned her face away in embarrassment over her body’s premature, raging reaction to such a small touch.

Thork took her chin in his hand and forced her to look at him. He gazed at her in wonder as the little aftershocks inside her body clutched at him still. Then, while his eyes were still locked with hers, he moved slightly. Her body stretched to accommodate him until he finally gave one last lunge, causing only a pinch of pain.

“Oh, sweet Freya!” he gasped and closed his eyes momentarily to savor the intense pleasure.

Ruby’s inner body grasped him in a welcome caress as his velvet width swelled and filled her so tightly she couldn’t ever remember such an exquisite sensation.

“Do…not…dare…move!” Thork warned. His eyes were shut tight and his mouth formed a thin, white line of tension. Still imbedded in her, Thork finally opened his eyes and held hers intensely, waiting for her readiness to accept his strokes. He brushed her eyes, her ears, the edges of her mouth with feathery kisses.

Ruby felt her center of pleasure begin to swell and throb. She took his finger and placed it there, even as they were still joined. Nodding his understanding, he stroked her there, then spread her folds so her swollen bud would abrade his crisp hairs as he rocked from side to side.

Whispering hoarsely, Thork told her in disjointed, soul-wrenched phrases what she did that pleased him. He asked seductively if this or that intimate touch was to her taste until she could not speak, only moan. Relentlessly, he continued his ministrations until the bud grew and ached, until the inner muscles of Ruby’s body convulsed wildly around his shaft in a paroxysm of splintering, exploding little orgasms.

Only then did Thork arch his body over her, arms straight, head thrown back. He began with long, slow strokes that caused her bottom to rise off the bed. She thrashed from side to side in sweet torment.

“Nay, sweetling, lie still. Let me set the rhythm.”

Wrapping her legs around his waist, he rode her slowly, tortuously, at first, with exceedingly long strokes that took him almost outside her body. By the time he drove her hard and fast, he’d pushed her to the other side of the bed and almost over the side.

When he almost reached his peak, Thork spread her legs even wider so that each time he pounded into her he’d hit her nub of pleasure. Ruby was a keening, convulsing spasm of nerve endings before he finally arched hard, then pulled out of her body and came heaving onto her stomach as wave after wave of pleasure shook him.

They lay that way for a long time, gasping breathlessly as their bodies slowly eased back to normal. Then Thork moved off her and up to the pillows where he lay back, with Ruby in the crook of his arms. Gently, he wiped his seed off her skin with the edge of the bed linen. Kissing the top of her head, he whispered tenderly, “We are well-matched, heartling. Do you not agree?”

“Heartling. I like that.”