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often made him wonder at his own sense of honor. Until now, no woman had
ever strained that honor or the control he valued so highly. He was almost
tempted to return to his physical body and wait until morning to contact her.
That would have been the wisest course. But lust was never wise, and Ryder was
filled with that blistering, foolish emotion in ways he never had been with
another woman.
She was laid out before him, ripe and flushed, her breathing hard and deep
as she pulled roughly at a hard, reddened nipple, while her fingers worked
slowly through the swollen slit of her pussy. She was so fucking wet that the red-
gold curls of her cunt glistened with the moisture that saturated them.
Torren, son of a bitch, she s killing me. It was only with the help of Torren s
mental shield that he was able to hide his identity from her. He had no doubt she
knew he was there.
The woman was a damned banquet of carnal delight. Her breasts would fit
his hands perfectly, and he d be damned if he didn t want to be the one twisting
that perfect, hard nipple. He wouldn t allow her to smother her cries, though. He
wanted to hear her screaming with the pleasure and erotic pain he could give
her.
Her eyes were closed, her teeth clamped over her lower lip as she held back
her cries. Her hips undulated against her fingers as she stroked the hot, wet flesh
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of her cunt. What was she thinking? What was she imagining? The need to know
was driving him insane.
Cover me. I m going in, he ordered Torren, unable to bear the thought that the
other man was experiencing whatever fantasy she had conjured and that he
alone was left to merely watch the results. He wanted to see the images filling
her imagination needed to know the key to Carmella s passions. To do that, he
would have to slip past the physical and enter her amazingly complicated mind.
Damn, she might be more than either of us can handle, Ryder. Torren s thought
was a morass of lust, affection and anticipation.
He felt the added strength Torren sent to him as he stepped closer. Entering
her mind undetected wouldn t be nearly as easy as entering her room had been.
Her blocks were strong; her mind would be even stronger. But there was always
a crack, a weak point. Ryder knew well there was no such thing as an
impenetrable mind.
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God help him. Ryder sent out the silent prayer after finding the weak spot in
Carmella s defenses and slipping into the shadows of her daydream. She would
be the death of him and her, if he wasn t careful. Because when he got hold of
her he was going to fuck her until he killed them both.
She was imagining him. It was the most amazing sight, seeing himself
holding her against the wall, his hands rough, his hips pressed against that
pretty ass as he held her in place. And she was fighting him tooth and nail.
Fighting as her image of Torren wavered around them.
 Say no, the shadowy Ryder ordered.  When you say no, I ll let you go.
Ryder wondered if he actually got his hands on her, if he could let her go
should she actually say no.
 Go to hell. Her curse echoed in the confines of the dream she had built
within her mind.
 Wrong answer, the dream Ryder taunted.
His hand moved from between her thighs to deliver a stinging slap to the
well-rounded curve of her buttock. Ryder watched her flinch, heard her cry out.
Son of a bitch, it was her daydream and it couldn t have hit his own fantasies
much closer.
He watched as she struggled, kicking back, her head tossing as she tried to
slam it into her dream lover s face. The male vision only chuckled, then smacked
her again a second before his fingers delved into the cleft of her ass and slid to
the area of her pussy.
It was wet. Ryder knew she was dripping wet without seeing it. The dream
Ryder hummed his appreciation of what he found as the woman bucked in his
arms.
He forced her legs apart then, his powerful thighs flexing. She screamed in
outrage, cursing him as his body bent, his cock lining up between her thighs.
Ryder had a second to glimpse the penetration of her cunt.
He stood back, watching as the pair fucked furiously. The dream Ryder was
hard-pressed to keep his cock inside her as she fought him, but somehow he
managed. She tossed and writhed, then whimpered as she came. The orgasm
was light, her body pulsing for more. Behind her, her lover stiffened, driving his
erection inside her one last time as he obviously spent himself as well.
She was nowhere near satisfied, despite her orgasm. She needed more, yet
seemed too tired, too frustrated to bring herself to peak once more. He hid in the
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shadows of her mind as he felt the exhaustion sweeping over her. Sleep would
come soon.
He had slipped into her mind while she was occupied with her own needs,
but her subconscious would be used to him now.
Her mind darkened images, memories, flickering about the mists that
began to fill her subconscious. He stood back, waiting, knowing that when sleep
took over another part of her would awaken. It was this part of her he longed to
see.
The little fantasy he had glimpsed had intrigued him, giving him more than
one clue into Carmella s sexuality. But he needed more. He didn t expect what
came to him.
He saw the pages of a book, then the images jumping to life on the tapestry
of her subconscious. He watched in surprise and lust at the twisting figures that
began to fill her mind. In each, the female was in a position of submission, two
males, out of control and consumed with lust, filling her. He was going to
explode with his own arousal, Ryder thought heatedly. The female images were
Carmella, the males misty forms were his and Torren s. And they were willing
to force her compliance. She was starving for raw, carnal sex. To submit, to be
taken. Not raped, but forced to relinquish her own control to a man or men
strong enough to take it. Someone stronger, more powerful than she.
She fought in each sequence of events. Struggled against the males greater
strength only to eventually accept the spears of hard, eager cocks ready to take
her. But even in the midst of the lust, he saw something more. In each one
Carmella s dream lovers, though out of control, never truly hurt her. The voices
were rough, though tender; commanding, but not unkind. And after possessing
whichever part of her body one of the shadowed shapes managed to penetrate,
they praised her.
The tight fit of her small pussy, the heat of her ass, the grip of her mouth or
the stroke of her tongue each image, each fantasy, was different. And here was
the key to the woman.
He eased back from her then, aware he was close to the edge of his own
control and moving closer toward the vilest act a psychic could participate in.
Taking her in this vulnerable time of her greatest need. And he could. He could
weave his astral force into one of the shadowed male shapes and give her what
she fantasized about. Without her consent. Without her own conscious
realization that it was, indeed, what she wanted.
He forced himself through the small break in her barrier that he had found.
He repaired it quickly, reinforced it to keep her safe then returned to his own
body.
Ryder sighed deeply as he looked away. He stared up at the ceiling,
contemplating his options. He liked to consider himself practical kind in many
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