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.I fell back against the pillows, panting, shocked by the intensity of my response, but he’d already moved to my other breast, the climax this time almost immediate.I tried to catch my breath as he slid the loose pants down my legs, and then his hands slid up them, up the insides of my calves, my thighs, strong hands.He was going to take me now, I thought, part of me rebelling.I didn’t want him on top, controlling me; I didn’t want to be mastered.His hands touched me, and I knew I was wet and ready for him, and I told myself I could do this, I could lie still for him.I waited for the sound of his zipper, the rough rustle of jeans pushed down, but he leaned down and put his mouth against me.I knew people did this, of course I did.I had inspired men to do this to their wives, in my demon life.But no one, absolutely no one, had ever done this to me, put his mouth between my legs and licked me, tasted me, sucked at me, until a muffled sob broke from my throat and my hands came up to his head, wanting to push him away.It was too much, I couldn’t bear it; but his long hair flowed onto my hips and instead I threaded my fingers through the silky strands.The touch of his tongue was more subtle than that of his strong fingers, luring me into a dark, strange place where such delight existed that I hovered, frightened, as his tongue circled and flicked.He slid a finger inside me, and I arched off the bed, but before I could sink back he’d withdrawn it and pushed two inside, and I could feel my toes begin to curl.And then three fingers, and I was done, a silent scream coming from deep inside me as my entire body convulsed into darkness.He was inside me before I had even begun to come down, pushing, his cock deep inside me, and I panicked, bucking, fighting him, trying to throw him off me.He caught my wrists easily, slamming them down on the bed, his hips pinioning me.My struggles were useless, yet I couldn’t stop, terrified.He lay on top of me, holding me down.“Stop it,” he panted in my ear.“Stop fighting it.I’m sorry, but it has to be this way.There’s no other choice.”His words were barely making sense.All I knew was that I had to stop him, had to reverse him, had to be on top, not beneath him; but he was too strong, and I couldn’t dislodge him.He wasn’t trying to continue, merely holding me there like someone trying to break a skittish mare, I thought with sudden, almost hysterical amusement.“No,” I pleaded, my pride vanished.“Please, no.”He put his face next to mine, rubbing gently, an almost animal gesture of reassurance.“We have to, Rachel,” he whispered.“Just this once, I have to take you this way, so that I can take your blood.”I kicked, trying to throw him off, but he was too strong, his possession too deep, deep inside me, filling me.“You can reach my neck if I’m on top,” I managed to choke out.“No.”“Standing up.” I couldn’t believe I was suggesting such a thing, after the last, devastating time that had turned into such a betrayal.“No,” he said between gritted teeth, and his body, his naked body, was slick with sweat, and for a moment I was distracted from my mindless terror, wondering when he’d taken his clothes off, wondering what he felt like, naked against me.I tried to get my elbows between us, but his strength was unbelievable.It was like beating at a brick wall—nothing could break his hold, his possession—and slowly, slowly, I stopped struggling.I lay still, panting, my body covered with sweat, covered with Azazel.I raised my eyes to meet his, and I could see real regret in his eyes.The shadows had leached all color from the room, the only exception being the deep blue of his eyes, and I was remembering the trap of the Dark City once more, the trap of his betrayal.He was sorry, I thought, miserable.He regretted this.He didn’t want this.He was being forced—“Shut up,” he said, releasing my arms to cup my face.I had worn myself out fighting him, and I could do nothing but lie beneath him.He kissed my mouth, my eyelids, my nose.“I’m sorry that I must force you to lie beneath me.How many times do I have to tell you? My need for you is so powerful I’d agree to anything you want.But it has to be this way.Do you understand?”To punctuate his words, he withdrew partway, the thick penetration releasing me, and then thrust back in again, hard, hard enough to push me back into the mattress, and I shivered, trying to still the panic that swamped me [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]