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head in her hands, she looked into his handsome face and kissed him with her whole soul behind it. Then she let her head drop back to the pillow and used the rest of her body to hold him.
    “Make love to me.”
    Drawing back, he carefully stroked in and out, obviously testing the feel of her and getting used to it. His eyes squeezed shut, but he must have liked what he felt because he did it again. And again and again. The pressure was everything she needed, and the depth of his penetration was just right. Friction built, and that fingerling projection that so pleased him was full of nerves that produced a deep, resonating ring of pleasure every time he thrust across it.
    His chest hair was a light dusting of wiry curls that were nothing like an Allurian’s soft follicles. The scratchy strands tickled her nipples. Just the sound of Quinn’s grunting and huffing was winding her tighter until the pleasure was unbearable. And he was thrusting harder and faster yet.
    “Oh, gods!” Slapping one hand onto the headboard, he continued to pound her. “I’ve never had an orgasm like this. It’s good. It’s so good, Xindra. Just a little more. Please. Please, baby.”
    She felt like begging herself, but all she could do was produce helpless yips. Everything coalesced into sheer, primitive sex. Her senses were absorbed. She heard their moaning and gasping and the slap of his testicles against her buttocks, felt his skin rub hers as he plowed in and out of her, and inhaled the smell of their sweat. Gazing up at him, she saw his red-faced grimace, his straining neck, and the love in his eyes when he pried them open a tiny sliver.
    “More, more,” he pleaded.
    She grabbed his bunching buttocks as he pummeled her. He was so wild and desperate he was just mindlessly lunging now.
    “More, dammit. Please, please. I…I…Oh gods, I love you!”
    They both seized at the same time. Quinn roared as he poured liquid fire into her in soul-sundering spurts, and she squealed and scratched his flanks as she convulsed with abandon. Neither of them had any control over their bodies. They were locked together and dragged through a heaven and hell of ecstasy as orgasm tore through them. When he poked upward and ground harder on his next spasm, the movement kicked her off all over again. For the first time in her life, she gave a full-throated scream of pleasure.
    Xindra’s insides were still twitching in unabated delight when Quinn collapsed and flattened her into the mattress. He was a big enough man that she could barely breathe, but his weight felt too delicious to dislodge. With a satisfied sigh, she wrapped her arms and legs around him to keep him there.

Chapter Two
    The Day After
    The next morning, Quinn awoke to another first. Although he’d occasionally, if rarely, woken up with a lover before, he’d never been so happy to do so. Usually he was trying to figure out how to sneak away or get his partner to leave without a fuss. This morning, though, his warm, soft, curvaceous new wife was curled up in his arms with her head resting against his shoulder. Just the sight of her and those wild curls caused a wave of love to wash through his chest. He drew a deep breath and hummed in contentment.
    Xindra chuckled. “Awake already? I would have thought I’d worn you out.”
    “You did,” he answered honestly.
    In fact, his entire body felt like he’d worked out way too hard, and he was sore between his legs. Despite the marathon sex he’d had in his lifetime, that had never happened before. Of course, he’d never climaxed like he had last night.
    “Do I at least get to be smug about wearing you out too?” he asked hopefully.
    She sniffed. “I’m not moving, am I?”
    Quinn smiled, but even his jaw muscles ached. What had she done to him?
    A chime at the door got his attention, and he lifted his head off the pillow as if he could magically see who was on the other side.
    “Room service,” his wife told him. “We ordered a late