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She kneas co fist, her breathing fast, shallow Leaving his fingers over her own, he smoothed his free hand over the curve of her waist as he laved her neck with his lips before kissing the slope of one graceful shoulder, his face brushing the upper arch of her wings

Treers from her tunic and allowed him to ease that hand to press flat on the door, too He caressed his way back down her ar the temptation of her skin the entire time Then he put both hands to where the tunic bunched at her hps and tugged

It slipped down to pool at her feet She stepped out of the fabric, let him kick it away “The pants have”—a s, as if her throat was dry—“hooks at the ankles”

“They’ll keep,” he said, rising to take in the picture she htly spread, her body nad to the waist, the lush curls of her hair falling over one shoulder “No need to rush” Reaching out, he ran his knuckles down the nad center of her back again, this time with deeper pressure, her soft cry a fist around his cock “Close your wings”

The second she did, he pressed close and shifted his hand around the waistband of her tapered cotton pants to undo the string-tie that held thearment to slide down to her hips, he redid the tie Her abdoainst the hand he spread on her satiny skin, his ring finger brushing the top edge of her pantswhich just barely concealed the slick tightness of her

His body pulsed, thick and hot

Sensing it, she shivered but didn’t attempt to pull away as he slid his free hand up from her hip to just below her brsts He didn’t cup the s the underside before plucking at one taut nipple

The sweet need in her responding cry whispered over his skin like a tactile caress Rewarding her with another teasing brush, another tug that made her tremble, he insinuated his other hand just under the top of her waistband Her navel tensed, relaxed with a shudder as he caressed her brsts onceher neck, so very sensitive, he hness of fine lace to touch the delicate curls between her thighs, the damp heat of her theone hand from the door, she reached behind her to touch his hair “Kiss me” It was a whispered request

He halted his erotic exploration and spun her around, her wings spread out in nificent display behind her as she faced him, a woman with a blush of red over her cheekbones and taut brsts topped with dark niles he knew he’d soon taste

“You,” he ers over one breast, “are lovely” Bracing his free arm beside her head, while her own arave her the kiss she’d asked for It was a naked, wet ainst hi over his cock

His hold on the reins slipped

Reaching between therasp to push them down Her navel was a lure he couldn’t resist, the kiss he pressed there ers fist in his hair before he ran his thumbs over her hipbones and pulled away “Don’ta kiss to the inside of one satiny thigh