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Elijah frowned. “And your point?”

She frowned back, huffing a bit. “I got lucky with Kieran. Lucky he was not born deformed from infection! I don’t think I should chance the fates twice!”

He was quiet for a long moment as he considered her words. He turned around slowly, his hands settling at his hips as he gave her his back. “Any babe I put in your belly would only be infected if you leave remission before its birth.”

“That could happen,” she said quietly, sadly. “You know I speak the truth.”

He sighed, sounding as weary as she felt. “Many things could happen, Tara. We could walk out of here in five minutes and get blown to bits by biosphere scouts. Should we remain in this cavern for all eternity for the fear of it?” He turned on his heel and stared down at her. His nostrils flared. “When did you become so weak and afraid?”

Her eyes flared at the challenge. “How dare you,” she hissed.

“You’re afraid,” he murmured, taunted.

“I fear nothing,” she said distinctly, her words clipped and precise.

His eyebrows rose. Removing his weapons belt and satchel, he tossed both to the ground. “Prove it,” he said as his fingers found the waistband to his leather trousers and began working them off his hips.

Tara’s heart rate went over the top as she watched the only man she’d ever loved, the man whom she’d spent countless hours—days—years—fantasizing about, slowly disrobe before her. He removed the animal-skin shirt he wore after stepping out of his leather trousers. His long, thick cock sprang free, jutting up against his navel.

Her nostrils flared. “I know about that wench you stole after escaping Kong. Did you claim her?”

He met her gaze, his eyes studying hers. “No.”

She wet her lips. “Oh,” she squeaked. She cleared her throat. “Oh,” she said again, trying to sound as though the answer didn’t matter so greatly.

“So,” Elijah said, standing before her totally naked and erect. “Has Tara grown weak and afraid or is she still strong and fearless?”

Her chin notched up. He was using her pride to crumble her defenses and it was working like a Cyrus-forsaken charm. Her eyes narrowed. “You were always a bastard,” she seethed.

He moved against her so closely she could feel the head of his cock poking against her belly. “That’s why you love me,” he said thickly.

Her nostrils flared even as her hand reached between them and wrapped around his thick, swollen penis. Elijah sucked in his breath. “Damn you,” she whispered.

It was all the concession he needed. Grabbing her coarse dress by the hem, he tore it apart in a lightning-fast movement and sent it sailing over her head before lowering them both to the earthen ground.

Tara came down on top of him, straddling his middle while she kissed him roughly. Lips and tongues clashed and battled in a kiss as desperate as it was overdue. “Damn you,” she muttered between heated kisses.

She raised her face and met his gaze as she lowered herself onto him. She grabbed his thick cock again and poised it at the entrance to her pussy. “Damn you,” she breathed out as she sank down onto him, enveloping him inside her.

He hissed. “Damn me all you want,” Elijah gritted out. His fingers sank into the flesh of her hips as he flipped her onto her back, reversing their positions. “But I’m mounting you while you do it.”

He sank into her to the hilt, groaning as he finally felt the pussy he’d been denied for more years than he cared to dwell upon. He took her hard, mercilessly, pounding in and out of her with possessive strokes meant to brand. He growled as he took her, fucking her harder and harder and—

Tara groaned, the first orgasm immediate and violent. She spread her legs wider as she moaned, giving him better access to her wet, aroused flesh. “Oh yes,” she whimpered, moaning louder when he palmed her breasts and began tweaking the nipples as he rode her. “Oh yes.”

She had feared the first time wouldn’t last long and it didn’t look as though it would. Not that she could blame Elijah for coming so quickly when she herself had come within seconds. Her nails sank into his muscular back as she felt him stiffen on top of her. His orgasm was imminent, she realized.

But Elijah was determined to savor her cunt. He moaned and groaned—in pleasure and pain of denied climax—as he sank in and out of her, over and over, again and again. “Mine,” he ground out against her ear. “All mine.”