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pain, even after he set the bone. All he could do was pray he didn t make matters worse by
tearing any muscles or slicing any veins with the sharp edges of bone as he reset it.
Tension pounded in his temples, and he knew he had to do this. His breathing short
and tense, he grabbed hold of her arm on either side of the break before he could question the
wisdom of what he was about to do, and applied as much of his strength as he could as he
pulled and pushed to realign the jagged edges of bone. Nya jumped involuntary, more in
reaction than pain, as he moved the bones around in her arm until he felt the sudden jolt of the
bones sliding back into natural alignment.
When Nya sank back without so much as a whimper, he worried for a moment that he
gave her too much of the drug. He lifted the splint and, as he fastened it gently but securely to
her arm, his heart stalled as her eyes opened lazily, and a sensual, mischievous smile slid over
her lips.
Savagely, Amani ordered his body under control. Nya was under the influence of a
strong sedative that often caused erotic euphoria. Some people even believed that it acted as
an aphrodisiac and heightened erotic pleasure, but he doubted anything could top Nya s
passion. She was one hell of a woman; the same woman who now arched suggestively on the
exam table, her bared breasts thrust forward, her nipples flushed and tight-tipped. He
watched with bated breath as her eyelids fluttered, her lips parted, and her good hand began a
slow, erotic trek over her own bare flesh. His heart bottomed out somewhere in the region of
his groin as his gaze fixed on her motions. Shit. She was in an erotic haze, and she was about
to get herself off.
Unable to stop himself, now that he realized what she intended, he reached to remove
her roaming hand, and placed it firmly but gently by her side. He didn t want her tempted to
use her bad arm. Nya moaned in protest, and her heavy-lidded, limpid eyes opened again,
zeroing straight in on his.
Screw me. The words left her in a husky voice that might have made any other man
do just that. But Amani couldn t. His feelings for her were too complicated; she was too
important to him to use that way, even at her own request, even if his body was eager to do
just what she asked of him. He drew a shaky breath, determined to take it slow, to make love
to her in every way possible, until the effects of the drug wore off. But he d leave her no
reason to regret trusting him.
Slowly, he skimmed a hand up the same path hers had taken just moments ago, and
heard her moan as she shifted hungrily into his touch. A languid smile spread over his lips as
he touched one finger to a distended nipple, and watched the quiver that worked through her.
He knew the Styx in her system heightened her responses and sensitivity, but he also knew
Nya. If she didn t want to do something, no drug in the universe could induce her to do it.
And her response to his touch was too elemental.
Gently, he leaned to taste her lips, lingering there in a soft, carnal kiss that allowed him
to drink in her passion, and sent sparks of heat through his body as she responded. A small
hiss of protest left her as he drew back again, his hands stroking over her face. He smiled
softly.
His hands slipped down her neck, over her shoulders, and down to cup her breasts,
delighted in the feel of soft, warm weight in his palms and his smile spread as she shifted
restlessly in an erotic move that caused his erection to twitch as desire twisted his gut. Still, he
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was in no hurry. First, he wanted to see her come. The hunger to see her face in that moment
of supreme passion was more overwhelming than his hunger to be in her.
He leaned in, and took one of her plump nipples lightly between his teeth, tugging as
she twisted and fretted. She moaned in protest when he released it, then uttered a quivering
cry as he soothed the flesh with his tongue, absorbing the texture of her arousal in the tight
skin. Closing his mouth over the tender peak, he drew lightly, and she trembled against him.
He played there for a while, alternating his attention between her breasts and the
sensitive arch of her throat until Nya arched off the table with a gasping cry, and he watched
her face and body tense; she was on that ledge between pain and pleasure. A feral, primitive
smile twisted his lips to know he could bring her to that edge with her still half-clothed. That
knowledge was a powerful aphrodisiac. Easing her to the edge of the exam table, he pulled
her into his embrace as he moved between her legs. With the barrier of their clothing still in
place, he pressed his arousal to the hot apex of her thighs and shifted against her.
Nya exploded with a cry of pleasure that plunged straight through him, her head
tipped back as her body wracked in his arms, pulsing with the force of her release. He held
her, watching her beautiful face until she went slack in his arms, and her eyes slowly opened.
The hungry light there sent a bolt through him, and he nearly exploded himself. Her good
hand slid over his chest and clutched the material of his shirt.
Amani. She breathed his name like a prayer, and nothing ever sounded so erotic.
She shifted against him and tossed her head back with a tiny, shivering moan. Make love to
me. Please.
She was begging. That sent a spike through him; she never had to beg him for
anything. He loved her more than he loved his own life. He stripped off his shirt, and then
eased away her pants to have access to all of her. But he left his own pants in place for now.
He needed that illusion of control.
Lightly, he touched her, his fingers trailing over her thighs before he cupped the
swollen, wet heat of her. She shifted against his hand, and moaned as he slipped one finger
gently into her heat, rubbing lightly against the tight, swollen bundle of nerves that sent a
tense quiver through her as she gasped and arched her hips reflexively. One arm supporting
her weight, he explored her as thoroughly below as he had above, dipping in to test the tremor
of inner flesh and rub over the hidden spot that made her cry out with pleasure, and then out,
to spread slickness over her sensitive folds.
He was so absorbed in her body and her sweet responses that he barely noticed Nya s
good hand on his chest, or felt the trail of her fingers over his stomach muscles. But when he
suddenly felt air against his overheated groin, he lifted his head to meet her hot green gaze,
and the lust and love mingled there shot him into the stars. Her hand slid down, and he
bucked his hips with an involuntary growl as her warm, soft hand closed around his erection.
She stroked him, soft, then hard, her hand working him like a pro until he was sure if she
didn t stop, he d never make it inside her.
With a growl just this side of animal, he lifted her hand away and dragged her to the
edge of the table. With a flex of his hips, he impaled himself in her slick heat, and groaned as
he felt her flesh convulse and settle around him. She moaned low in her throat and arched
against him.
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