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fog that thickened now, stirred by a rising, small wind
carrying on its breath the magical lure of the sea. Fog that
thickened to shelter them. To shield them even more.
Something burst within her.
Something sparkling.
Something composed of a hundred-million glittering
shards that instantly separated to vanish into the billowing
fog. Shards that seemed then to call out in forlorn voices,
seeking more of their own kind. Calling forth more of their
own kind, and inviting them to join the oblivion of the fog.
Clutching Aaron s upper arms, Hedy s fingers dug deep
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into heavy muscle beneath the mist-softened fabric of his
midnight-colored shirt. Clutching with all the feeble
strength left after the recent explosion, she tried with just as
little strength to pull herself away from the stone. Pull
herself closer to the warmth of him.
 Easy. Aaron moved his hand. Slowly. In more of
those vaguely circular motions that stretched the flesh
around her opening taut and tight. Stretching it in ways
that, unaccustomed to this amount of penetration which
instinct and her encounter with his hardened and enlarged
shaft warned was no kind of penetration at all, caused it to
ache in protest. Stretched tighter than it could possibly
stretch beneath the continued aggravation of his motion,
she tensed. All of her. Every part of her. Especially the
inexperienced muscles that seemed to want desperately to
mold themselves so firmly around his intruding finger that
no further motion would be possible.
 You have to relax, he insisted.
And she felt a second finger join the first. Felt it force its
way inside past her ineffectually tightened opening. Felt it
slip relentlessly into her even when she tried, more
instinctively than from any conscious or planned effort, to
flinch away. Felt it enter inexorably when he pressed her
down, against the unyielding stone. When he pressed her
with his free hand and the full weight of the body he d
maneuvered over hers in the instant she d dropped, half-
swooning, to lie there.
She felt the second finger. Felt it slide deeper. Then
impossibly deeper. Felt it join the first and felt the sudden,
sharp and bursting tear of pain as it did. And she cried out.
A little.
 You need to relax. Aaron made a scissoring motion
with the two embedded fingers. Parting them gently but
steadily, gently and unstoppably, he urged her flesh to part
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as well& forced it to part farther and wider, surely, than it
had ever been meant to part.
The penetrations had been painful. Momentarily. Both
of them. But this&
Rolling her head slightly from side to side, both
energized and oddly debilitated by Aarion s strenuous
parting, Hedy moaned. Aloud. With a strength of new-
found desperation that seemed to stir the mingled clouds of
rainy-day mist and steam from her own body, mixing them
into ever thicker, ever more concealing and sinuously
swirling curtains hung somewhat uneasily between
her& them& and the rest of the vanished world. If that
world had ever existed.
This was different.
This was& words failed her. Even privately held,
privately thought words. So she decided to call it
spectacular. The most singularly maddening, utterly
tormenting and fantastically arousing thing she d ever
known.
Arms flung up over her head, her legs somehow bent
and lifted, tucked beneath Aaron s arms as he knelt over
her, his hands and gaze plundering her, Hedy could no
longer move. Could barely breathe. Aaron had trapped her.
Had pinned her, legs outflung and upflung, legs parted in
wanton abandon so that there would be no choice
now& never any choice again& but to receive him. No
choice but to receive whatever he might choose to inflict
upon the churning depths of a body he d already stirred to
wildness never suspected.
Hands tangled in the floating, mist-dewed mass of hair
she d always considered too wavy to be attractive and far,
far too red to be entirely decent, Hedy offered herself to
him.
 That s better. Aaron s voice shook.
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With something.
Not laughter.
Not exactly.
Saying that, he tugged at her one more time. Tugged her
flesh wider. Tugged it so painfully, exhilaratingly wide that
it must rip, must tear her completely in two for certain.
Hedy gave another cry. A short and pleading one, even
as her body lunged upward of its own volition. As it quite
literally lunged, trying to follow Aaron s hand when it left
her behind with no warning whatsoever. When it left her
yearning, needing, the newly plundered and now insatiable
flesh closed again, and pulsating, screaming to recapture
what it had lost. In any way it could.
 Now, my little naiad, he murmured, talking some kind
of nonsense.  Now! And upon that single word, he
grasped her straining thighs even tighter. He pulled at them,
tugging her body upward so that her hips left the smooth
marble altogether. So that she half-hung, helpless and
utterly at his mercy, unable to help herself. Unable to do
anything but submit to the control she sensed he would
wield absolutely in coming moments, in the coming taking
of her. So that only her back lay upon her bed of white,
white marble, and the rest of her tilted upward, spread and
splayed, the naked center of her exposed and vulnerable to
him.
He pulled her almost violently upward, pinning her legs
beneath his arms so there would be no chance she could
close them. No chance she could deny what he obviously
meant now to take. And then he entered. With his
gleaming, swollen shaft. With a single long and spearing
slide that shoved the full, alabaster-hued length of it to the
very bottom of her. A shove that wrenched a long and
vibrating cry of agony from her as her body felt a burst of
pain that was sharper than any it had ever been meant to
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endure.
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