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In a flare of lightning, Andi stood in the cave entrance, wringing the water out of her hair.
"That was a stupid thing to do. Now, I'm soaked." She walked past him to the firestones. She was at the fire pulling off her boots. "I'd better get out of these wet clothes before I catch pneumonia."
"Andi, don't--" he began, only to have her interrupt in a teasing tone.
"Don't worry, Sin, I won't sit here naked and tempt you." She began to unbutton her shirt. "Would you hand me a blanket?"
He picked it up and wrapped it around her.
She caught the ends of the blanket, and held it in place with one hand, wriggling out of shirt and jeans. Hanging them on a protruding ledge of rock near the heat-stones, she said, "They should be dry by morning."
Sin turned away, afraid she'd see the hunger on his face. She touched his shoulder.
"Hey, are you okay?
"Am I okay?" he growled. "We're in the middle of a monsoon with enemy soldiers hunting us, and you want to know if I'm okay?"
She sat down, making certain the blanket was tucked in. "Yes, I do."
Taking a deep breath, Sin looked away. He couldn't be near her now, not when he wanted to wrap his hands in that wet, golden hair and crush it against his face, open his mouth and feel her sweet flesh against his tongue. He took two steps toward the cave mouth, only to whirl around.
"Yes! There's something wrong--very wrong."
"What?" She looked at the cave entrance, clutching the blanket. "The soldiers?"
"No. It-it's you and me." He couldn't look at her, and say it but as he turned his back, the words burst out, "I want you, Andi." She didn't say anything—shocked dumb, he supposed—and he went on, as if he couldn't say it fast enough, "I know you don't like me. I know you love your husband, but I can't help it!"
Two steps brought him back to her. Kneeling, he caught her by the shoulders, voice dropping to a whisper.
"I've never forced a female, but before God, I don't know how much longer I can stand this." His grip tightened—surely he was hurting her—but Andi just sat there staring at him. He imagined he saw disgust in her eyes. "Damn it!" He gave her a little shake. "Say something!"
"I love you, Sin."
"No. Don't say that!" He shook her again, sending the wet hair swinging. It struck his arms, stinging like the flick of a whip. "I won't want lies. I want relief."
"No--" her voice was soft. "--you want love."
She kissed him.
Almost viciously, he put his arms around her, falling against her onto the sleeping bag. Then, he was kissing her hungrily—cheeks, throat, chin—as if he feared she might comes to her senses and push him away. His long incisors grazed her underlip, his tongue brushed against hers.
One hand pulled the blanket away, sliding to her breasts. He nuzzled them, mouth seeking the pale softness, bruising delicate nipples with the roughness of his tongue, forcing a moan of pleasure from her, while Andi's hands caressed his shoulders, gently stroking the half-healed cuts.
An explosion of lightning seared the cave entrance. Thunder rolled through the ravine and the hillside shook. Suddenly, he released her and stood up, clawing at the white shirt, shredding the soft silk, tearing the black leathers as he pulled off both garments and tossed them aside. The firelight shone on his body, highlighting the tawny fur covering his chest, shadowing where it tapered to a thin line down his belly to spread at his groin.
Outside the storm crackled and grew. In its glare, Sinbad became a frightening creature, threatening and monstrous, and Andi—in what she knew must be total madness—wanted him more than she could bear.
He won't hurt me. Sin will never hurt me.
Claws unsheathed, he brushing his fingers down her midriff, stroking her belly, the deadly talons grazing the tender skin, mouth following, tongue fondling, planting kisses on the soft flesh, caressing the insides of the pale thighs. Suddenly, she was pushing him away, forcing him to lie back against the blanket while she leaned forward to nuzzle his face, planting a kiss below his ear.
There was a soft growl, so muted it surprised her and it came again and again as she kissed his chest, pressing her face against his fur. His skin smelled sweat-damp, the sweetness of the apple-scent clinging to it. She touched her tongue to the little red star and felt him tremble.
In a frenzy of entwining legs and searching mouths, he put his arms around her, rolling her onto the blanket, the deadly claws disappearing as he kissed her again to still the incoherent thoughts that were colliding in his mind. Lost in his passion, losing what little hold he had on his actions, he was ready, aroused manhood pressed between her belly, his own rut-scent mingling with hers. Andi's soft writhing body fueled his excitement.
Abruptly, he pushed away from her, hands on her shoulders, staring at her with eyes dilated to green-rimmed pits.
"Tell me now if you don't want me. In a few minutes, it'll be too late."
"Damn you, Sin!" Her cry was exasperation and longing. "You know I do!"
She reached up and caught the heavy braid, pulling him against her. He didn't try to think, didn't want to. She was willing, that was all that mattered.
With a growl that echoed off the cave ceiling, Sin took her.
She was his now, this wonderful female, opening to him, accepting him, their union complete. In the darkness, they moved together, wordlessly, totally one, until with a roar that broke deep in his throat, the release he had been wanting—and dreading—came.
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