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She gasped.

“You like that, warrioress?”

“You know I like that.” Her voice was a rasp.

He did it again.

She groaned, rocking against his leg.

He kissed her chin. “This is it, I think.”

“What is?” She was out of breath.

“What you do with me,” he said. “You said you could not figure out how to use me for your pleasure, but this seems to be the way.”

She captured his lips with her own, her kiss fierce, and he groaned against her. She rocked against him, and he could feel that she was wet, that her wetness was coming right through her drawers. He wanted to touch her cunt, but he didn’t dare change a thing about this. He tweaked her other nipple.

She cried out.

“Use me, warrioress,” he panted, latching onto the nipple he’d just tweaked. He sucked one nipple and thumbed the other.

She rode his thigh, and threw her head back and made noises, such noises, and he teased her tight little nipples until he found them tightening even more intensely inside his mouth, and he felt her rippling against his thigh, and she mewled out her climax.

“Come for me, warrioress,” he groaned into her breast, flicking her nipple with his tongue.

She cried out like a wild thing.

And then he pressed her back on the bed and stripped off her drawers and put his cock in her, without a sheath, and he fucked her, and she looked up at him and he kissed her and she felt like sheer fucking bliss—had he ever fucked a cunt this wet before?

But he was wound very tightly, because he’d been getting more and more aroused when she’d been rubbing her wet little quim into his leg, and now he was barely going to last. He tried to say that, but then it was now.

Warning lights were bursting in his brain and his climax was a cannon explosion, and he pulled free just in time and spattered the underside of her perfect fucking teats with his release and he threw himself down on the bed next to her and panted at the ceiling.

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GATHREN TURNED ON her side and looked at him.

His eyes were closed, and he was nude and his cock was growing soft, glistening with the juices from inside her body, and she felt a tendril of possession.

Mine.

She let out a long, low breath. “You have sorted me out, my lord.”

His eyes opened in slits. “Have I, then?”

“I think so,” she said. “When you do that to me here, you make things wake up in me…” She shut her eyes and moaned. “I should like it, I think, if you’d do all of that to my breasts and then fuck me for longer.”

“Oh, certainly, except that’s impossible.”

She laughed. “Oh?”

“Maybe…” He turned to look at her. “Maybe if I’d had one release already? Because the problem is that having my mouth on you there makes me so aroused.”

She laughed. “Well, it’s sort of perfect, then.” She lay back on the bed. “You’re perfect.”

“No, you are,” he said.

“I love you,” she told the ceiling of the inn.