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TORN

BY

K.D. King

EXCERPT

   “Wh-What are you doing?” she didn’t mean to sound so shaky.
His hands caressed her thighs, down to her leg, and stopped on her boots. “I’m taking your boots off.”
She jerked her legs away. “Why?”
He smiled “It’s time to go to bed.”
Her gaze flung to the bed, then him. But if she was to defeat him she must win his trust. Slowly, she bent to unlace her boots. Slowly, and carefully, so he could not discover her hidden contraptions. Scooting past him to the other side of the bed, she laid her boots on the floor and got under the covers. “See you in the morning.” She tossed over her shoulder.  Though she had no intention of sleeping, she closed her eyes.
The room was silent.   Then, the sound of a zipper slowing creeping its way down. “What are you doing?” She sat upright in the bed.
 “I’m going to bed.” He finished unzipping his dark grey uniform and removed it. His cock jutted out pointing straight at her. “I sleep naked.”
Pulsing veins surrounding his thick, long cock. It seemed as massive as he was. Her eyes were riveted as the pre-cum peeked between his slit, slid down his tip, and made its way to the floor.
“Like what you see?”
Her eyes shot up to his. Of course, she noticed his huge muscular physique and the ripples of his stomach, like the waves of a Loden ocean. But to be caught gawking, to lose face before this enemy, was intolerable. “I am too tired to notice.” Lying down, she turned her back to him.
Why did he affect her so? His scent overwhelmed and intoxicated her. He smelled of war, lust, and man. Every inhalation was a shot of pheromones straight to her core. Don’t turn around. Don’t turn around.
“The door is locked. You can’t leave.”
Anaria was so busy trying not to turn and devour her captor that she could not focus on a plan to sneak out while he was sleep. Just breathe, she commanded herself.
“Don’t fight it.” His words taunted her.
She made her voice cold.  “Fight what?”
“I can smell your desire.”
“What you smell is my hatred, my contempt, my—” she gasped.
Strong calloused hands, rested on her hips, slid up her side and caressed her encased breasts. “Really? Your nipples are hard. I bet you if I took this suit off you I’d find you wet.”
She no longer trusted her voice. His breath caressed her skin. Soft lips trailed a path from her ear to her neck. She stopped breathing, scared he wouldn’t stop, scared he would. The full length of his cock rubbed along the crevice of her butt. Thank goodness she was still clothed. He gently turned her onto her back.
The glow surrounding him only emphasized the perfection of his face, with his, dark piercing eyes, and golden skin. Curiosity and uncontrollable hormones got the best of her. She reached her hand up and caressed the angular contours of his face. He bent his head down. Faces flashed through her mind. Her mother. Her father. Eyes without souls. Broken spirits. Fallen soldiers. She turned her head. His lips landed on her cheek.
“I was wondering when you would show your true colors. Wekarian” She spat the last word as a curse.

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