The Chosen Mate (2)

He pushed aside the thick leather covering the entrance of his long house. Elizabeth quickly dismounted and rushed toward the exit, but he grabbed her just in time. "I want to go home. Let me go!" His grip was firm on her arm and he brought her close. "This is your home now, my love." "This is not my home and I am not your love. And I will not be your mate. I could never marry a centaur! It's wrong!" Elizabeth shouted. She saw something flash in Marcus's dark eyes. "Yet it is a centaur who can make you wet." He said in a low voice. He propped her onto a bed several feet up from the ground so that she lay level to his body. Angered by her words, he tore her gown and the material fell away, leaving her naked before him. "I could hear every little gasp coming from your lips, my love." He said huskily. "Let us see if it is a centaur who can make you cry out in pleasure." His kiss was punishing, his lips slanting over hers as she tried to push him away. But it was no use, he was too strong,