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her way. Finally she realized she only had one choice. She would have to
confess to killing her father. Someone was going to pay for his death, and
Moriah had a child.
A sense of peace came over her. She was going to die soon, but at least she
wouldn't die without a purpose. Moriah was a good girl. She loved her child,
and with Bose out of the way she might even be able to make another love
match.
Bethany dropped her cleaning rag, stood up in the center of the room and
stretched. Jess stared at her from his pallet, obviously confused by her
sudden change in demeanor. She laughed out loud, feeling happier and more free
than she had in years.
"How are you feeling, Jess?" she asked, walking over to him. She knelt beside
him, reaching out to touch his forehead with one hand. He looked so confused
by her actions that she just had to laugh again.
Life was so strange&
"Do you think you'll be able to rejoin the men after this cycle?" she
asked softly. "I know you thought you'd have a couple more days, but I
think time may have run out for you."
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"I mean I won't be back," she said. "Not after this cycle. You'll need to
rejoin the men or you may end up joining me. And I don't think you want that
to happen."
"What's going on?" he asked, sitting up abruptly. She sat back on her heels.
"I thought you might be in better shape than you were pretending," she said,
appraising him carefully.
"I didn't want to say anything, because I figured this was as close to a
vacation as you'll ever get. I'm not stupid; I know you've been playing games.
But I'm glad you're strong enough to go back to work. I don't want to see you
killed, Jess."
He looked so startled, so confused, that she couldn't help but laugh again.
She would really miss his company, she realized. Caring for him was one small
part of her life that was pleasant. She looked forward to seeing him,
although she hadn't allowed herself to trust him. Now she didn't have anything
to fear.
Without pausing to think about it, she leaned forward and kissed him softly on
the lips. She could feel his quick inhalation of breath. Then he groaned and
his arms were winding around her. He pulled her to one side, rolling her under
his body. His hips pressed urgently against her; every part of his body was
hard and ready.
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She was ready for him, too.
He opened her mouth with his, plunging his tongue into her even as he pinned
her body to the pallet.
The floor was hard beneath the thin blankets but she didn't care. So what if
she had bruises later? Later she would be dead. This was the last chance she'd
ever have to feel a man's touch. And what a man.
She'd ached for him for weeks. He'd ached for her, too. Once she'd realized he
wanted her, she had felt that desire in his eyes. He was always watching her,
his gaze intense and penetrating. Burning.
Now she would feel his penetration in other ways.
He was moving frantically against her, and she squirmed. She felt wild, like
an animal. She wanted to rip off his clothes and take him. She wanted to grunt
and sweat and bite him. Who was she? She'd never felt like this before, but
she knew in her heart that it was right. Before she died she wanted to feel
him everywhere. Especially deep inside.
Jess rucked her skirt up around her waist, tearing at her undergarment with
desperate hands. She reveled in the power. This man, this slave she had nursed
back to health, wanted her and he was going to take her. She shivered as the
cool air hit her heated skin. This was completely different than anything she
could have imagined so urgent, so incredibly intense as if a fire burned out
of control through her body.
This was going to be good.
Acting on instinct, she lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist. He
groaned.
"Damn, I can't believe this," he muttered. Then he took her lips again.
She twisted against him, seeking something she didn t even fully
understand. Everything was happening so fast. She could smell him, feel his
hard muscles under her fingers. She wanted to dig her nails into him, raking
them down his back and mark him as hers.
Why not?
With a laugh, she did it. He groaned, then he lifting his hips, reaching down
between their bodies. At first she fought him; she didn't want him to stop
touching her for even a second. Then his fingers found the spot between her
legs and she exploded.
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