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A Beautiful Hatred, 10C/11

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The euphoria of hope, combined with Ravyn's relentless attentions, lost her the clarity she had gained. If there was one thing sexier than a real challenge, it was the possibility of actually winning.

Despite her best efforts, something must have communicated her feeling of triumph to Ravyn. He slowed his thrusts, holding back deliberately. Nalasa was unable to suppress a small noise of protest. Ravyn caught her eye and gave her a malicious smile. She snarled and thrust upwards at the wrong moment, disrupting his rhythm.

Ravyn stopped entirely, laughing at her discomfiture. "No self-control at all. Too much time with Nords, I suppose. How long do they last in bed? Two minutes? One?"

All too accurate, but Nalasa was not giving him the satisfaction. "I never-!"

"No?" Ravyn snorted. "You think I don't see the way Brynjolf looks at you?"

"Brynjolf is my friend!"

"Oh. And we mustn't have a roll with our friends." Ravyn began moving inside her with infuriating slowness. How could he stand it? "Only with our bitterest enemies."

Nalasa refused to dignify this bit of hypocrisy with a response, focusing instead on angling her hips just so. She was rewarded with an increase in sensation and the sound of Ravyn's breath catching. His rhythm accelerated, and this time she allowed the self-satisfaction to show on her face in a small smile.

Ravyn saw her expression and, with a snarl, lost the battle for self-control completely. He pounded into her with animal ferocity. She rode the tide of sensation with growing euphoria, feeling oddly triumphant at having driven him to such fury. She heard herself laugh.

If her smile had set him afire, her laugh had the opposite effect. It seemed to call him back to himself. His thrusts ceased abruptly. A look of something akin to panic flashed across his face, followed by anger, and then a struggle to draw on some hidden reservoir of calm. He closed his eyes, took a slow breath, and suddenly he was the archer whose perfect control she had so admired in Yngvild. He pulled out of her entirely before opening his eyes. She met the heat of his stare and forgot to breathe.