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turning and throwing her arms around Simon's neck. ''Why are you so different? Why are you so changed?" |
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He should have said he had not changed, that he was no different; instead the pressure of her nakedness against him roused a sudden fury of passion that choked off both voice and brain. He forced her flat and shut her mouth with his own. Pinned by Simon's weight, Alinor twisted and writhed but Simon had had his will of more than one unwilling woman. He was adept at immobilizing thrashing arms and legs and indifferent to scoring nails. |
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"You will not deny me," he snarled. |
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"I will kill you!" Alinor shrieked. |
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Simon laughed and closed her mouth again. It was the best thing he could have done. Alinor's struggles became less and less violent. Simon tipped himself sideways a little and stroked her body. She shuddered, but no longer made any effort to wrest herself free of him. His hand slid up between them and touched her breast. Alinor gasped and bucked under him, but it was not a movement of protest. Simon slid a knee between her legs. Her lips parted; her clenched teeth opened; her little tongue came out. Simon lifted himself a little, bracing on one elbow and one knee, and felt for the mount of Venus and the sensitive little tongue that lay between the nether lips. |
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She cried out when he entered, but softly. Simon waited, released her lips and, with a practiced contortion, brought his mouth down to her breast. Alinor cried out again and bucked. Simon drew and thrust gently, sucking in concert with his movement. Alinor gasped, bucked again, once, twice, unevenly, and then caught his rhythm. Later, but fortunately not much later, for Simon was sweating with his effort to control himself, she uttered several convulsive, rhythmical little moans. Simon jammed himself into her, twice, thrice, his groans overriding her renewed gasps of pain, and then was still. |
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