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pleasure in front of two women at the same time. He shrugged as he reached for a tankard and sniffed the contents. You have much to learn about our ways. Give yourself time to get used to it. I do not want to get used to it. You make it sound like I m staying in Dragonia forever. I must get back to my father. He smiled and took a long swallow from the tankard. Scullidig finds the best drink. When she gave him an impatient look, he answered, My mate is the only woman I could or want to fuck. As she licked one finger of juice, his nostrils flared. And after tonight, I have to admit the truth to myself. I didn t want to believe it. She eyed him with caution. What truth? That as much as I ve denied it, you are the woman who I am meant to be with all my life. You are mine. Ridiculous. Alarm raced through her, as well as a treacherous warmth that flooded from her loins and straight into her chest and face. I must go back to Magonia and save my father. I can t stay here with you. He lifted one eyebrow. I saw how you shoved that woman out of here. You did not want her to see me take my pleasure. Why? She sputtered. Because you& I& He wiped his hands on a cloth and came toward her. He lifted his hand and tilted her head to the side, his gaze on her neck. I think it s because you care for me. You did not want another woman to touch me. If I d been alone, if I wasn t mated, I would have let her suck my cock, or perhaps if she d been clean, I would have fucked her. No. By the god, he wouldn t look at another woman. She wouldn t allow such intimacies with that wench. No. Oh no. To feel this out of control around him, to want him with an ache that bordered on painful, she d have to harbor feelings for him. Carnal and personal feelings. I ve never felt like this before. It s odd. It& I don t understand it. You re awakening to your sexual side, Ketera. The one the Magonians have denied you. You think Dragonian mates are barbaric, but they are not. As I ve told you before, our women enjoy all freedoms except putting themselves in danger. Magonians deny you school, play, clothing, enjoyment, everything we can provide. We are alive. Magonians live day to day in a skeleton world of half promises and lies. You know this 75 Denise A. Agnew from these texts. You ve told me so yourself. Do not deny what you ve found here with me. Speechless, she watched as he returned to the table, reached for a cloth and dipped it into a salve that sat on a small dish. This is for your cut. It will heal in a few moments. His touch stayed gentle as he cleaned her, the slight sting gone. There is a bathing room through that other door if you d like to clean up. She quaked inside, stunned by his change about. They d gone from sex to baths in a heartbeat. Yes, of course. Ketera rummaged through the clothes the woman had brought and found a woman s purple tunic and shirred pants with wide legs. Too delicate for a jungle journey. Indeed. But at least you have clean clothes. Realizing she didn t have a choice, she hurried away from him, eager to remove herself from the power in his gaze, the seduction in his touch. Watching him spill his life force had been amazing. Forbidden. Tempting as a cake eaten in the morning rather than saved for an evening meal. The narrow door opened, and she reached for a candle lit upon a table. It barely illuminated the room, but she could see well enough. She closed the door and noted there was no lock. If Dane wanted to enter and see her nakedness, he could do so with no problem. While Ketera explored the bathing room, she tried to grasp what she d experienced since leaving the tavern near Grimnald Castle. She turned to the basin attached to the wall and used it to wash her hands and face. Several thick cloths lay stacked on a small wooden table by the basin, and she used them to dry off. After using the commode and stripping naked, she pulled the cord on the wall that allowed water to rain down from a pipe. It cascaded over her in a warm spray, which she hadn t expected. At home she d become used to cold water. She didn t take long to wash her hair with the soap provided, and quickly lather and rinsed her body. She felt so much better. A little lightheaded in a pleasant and sleepy way, she dried off again. She stepped out of the bathing room and found Dane standing by a window, looking through parted curtains. When he turned to look at her, she shivered, but not from the cold of her damp hair or the cool night. Heat invaded her at his look a look that suggested he d never seen anything more beautiful, more edible than her. He would devour her, she knew, if she didn t take care. A man, a warrior like this, apparently didn t have the social manners she d become used to on Magonia. Getting used to that fact would take more time. What are you looking at? she asked, full knowing the answer. He grinned but didn t speak. Without another word Dane stripped off his metal breastplate and unbelted his tunic. He tossed the belt on a chair and the breastplate against the leg of a chair. The tunic ended up on the chair too. Bare-chested, he reminded her of what attracted her in the first place. Sheer animal power. As she watched without thinking, he unlaced his trousers Once more his thick erection was 76 Daryk Hunter bared, and she couldn t help but look. She jerked her gaze away as he drew his trousers off his legs. He d apparently removed his boots while she cleaned up. Watching him undress shouldn t do anything to her. After all, she d seen him do it before. This time it had a significance she couldn t articulate. He walked past her and into the bathing room. After he closed the door, she yawned. She was so tired, her body aching from the ordeal. She lay on the bed and turned over on her right side, her heartbeat pounding as she allowed his naked body to form an image in her mind over and over. Water splashed in the bathroom, and she closed her eyes. Before long she felt the bed sink down beside her. She was too tired and sore to care, hoping that Dane wouldn t either. His arms came around her, pulling her close so that he cradled her back against him. Within moments the heat of his body eased her. His hand brushed over her hair, his warm breath teased her ear. Rest, sprite. No harm will come to you in my arms. Rest. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |
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