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to
her rioting senses. “Let me see if I can guess what it might be,”
he purred.
    The dress passed her knees, and Bavin bit
back a demand for him to go faster.
    “What is it?” His voice was soft and
encouraging. “Tell me, Bavin.”
    The bold words stuck in her throat. Cool room
air touched her heated core, and she thrust her hips up, gasping
for breath.
    The fabric stopped at her waist. “Tes and
Ani, yes.”
    “Yes,” she repeated. She’d promise him
anything he wished for this.
    “It’s my mouth you want,” he guessed.
    “Yes.”
    He moved slowly, seemingly in a daze. His
fingertips touched here and there, wringing gasps from her.
    Gawen parted her thighs, opening Bavin’s legs
wide around his body. He retreated slightly, his head lowering at
such a pace as to intensify her ache for him into a pounding.
    The first lick over the nub of sensation
nearly stopped her heart in pleasure. She’d touched it as she’d
prepared for him, wanting to be clean and appealing for him. It had
felt wonderful, but it was nothing compared to Gawen’s tongue
stroking against it.
    He stroked again, and she moaned, unable to
be silent as she’d been when she’d bathed herself. The strokes came
faster, and she buried her hand in his hair, offering her
encouragement in the only way she could now that words had deserted
her. His face retreated, and she growled in protest.
    “Remove your dress, Bavin.” It wasn’t an
order. Gawen’s voice was soft and soothing.
    “Why?”
    “I wish to shed your maiden’s blood as
painlessly as possible, but your dress will surely stain, as it
is.”
    “Now?” The thought of his length filling her
was both frightening and energizing. She’d thought there’d be more
time to prepare for it.
    “No, but when the moment is upon us, I wish
to follow it...if that pleases you.”
    Bavin started pulling at the dress, her heart
hammering in excitement. “Yes. Oh, Gawen, yes.”
    He returned to her sensitized core with a
grumbled curse, breathing the last of it into her body. His licking
was more avid, stealing her ability to breathe in a steady
stream.
    Just as she flung the offending clothing at
the head of his wide bed, the licking became sucking, first at the
nub, then lower. Bavin cried out in surprise. His tongue dipped
inside, and she arched her neck and screamed at the unexpected
depth of pleasure.
    The muscles of her belly and thighs
tightened, and she arched further into his ravenous mouth. Gods,
but she hadn’t believed the widows. What a fool she’d been to
disbelieve them. Bavin had always known Gawen was capable of nearly
anything. Why wouldn’t he be capable of stealing the world from her
senses this way, until all that existed was Gawen manipulating her
body as if it was one of his sacred weapons.
    She’d watched him once, making the weapon
dance over his hand at practice. Right now, it felt as if he was
doing the same to her body.
    Gawen returned to her nub, sucking hard...and
the world exploded in color and sensation. The sounds, if there
were any, were drowned out by the rushing of blood in her ears.
    His mouth retreated, leaving stroke after
stroke of pleasure pounding at her body. Bavin noted her lower body
leaving the bed, but she couldn’t piece together why it would.
    The next fractured moment was full of
conflicting sensation. She was full, stretched tight...probably
around Gawen’s cock. Pain and indescribable pleasure wrestled for
her attention. Her muscles undulated around his length, supplying a
patchwork of information about what it felt like to be impaled by
her husband.
    There was no making sense of the cacophony of
conflicting input. Her muscles tightened again then released in
waves. Bavin arched her back, venting a scream into the
suddenly-heated air.
     
    * * * *
     
    Gawen groaned at the feeling of Bavin’s body
exploding into a second climax. She screamed, but it wasn’t in
pain. As he’d hoped, taking her at the height of climax had
confused her