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every unsure moment she had experienced getting ready for this evening.
    “I need to be going soon. The display starts early.” She swayed against him and smiled in a happy haze of lust and a touch of alcohol.
    “You wouldn’t leave me so soon?” His laugh was deep and he held her close.
    “An inventor keeps odd hours. I have been up since before dawn. It is time for me to be seeking a bed.”
    He leaned in and whispered, “I would have you join me in mine.”
    “I don’t think I could stand the heights.” She smiled and brushed her fingers against his cheek.
    “I sleep in the tent on the grounds. You are merely a walk of shame away from your own bed.” His words were persuasive.
    “Are you sober enough to fly?”
    He pressed his erection against her and waltzed her over to the edge of the platform. With a flare of his wings, Denaric launched them into the night sky and together, they glided to earth.
    She was safe in his arms as the silent wind fluttered her hair and blew past them. The silk of her skirt fluttered wildly around her legs and she fought the urge to giggle madly as he landed and simply kept his grip on her as he carried her past the guards into the depths of the royal pavilion.
    “How does this come off?” Denaric was tugging at the metal corset.
    She leaned back and flicked the two levers on the left side of the garment under her arm. It popped open and left the thin damp fabric of her improvised dress clinging to her body.
    She shivered as he slid the gown off her shoulders to pool around her feet, but the glow in his eyes warmed her considerably. Her nipples tightened and her inhalation lifted her breasts to him in offering.
    He was not slow in answering the invitation. Her winged prince leaned down and took a nipple in his mouth, kneeling in front of her for better access. She threaded her fingers through his golden hair and when he looked up at her through those incredibly blue eyes, she bit her lip and stifled a moan.
    His hands stroked her back as if delighted to find smooth skin without the distraction of wings. She shivered in his hands and held his mouth to her breasts as her thighs became slick with the evidence of her arousal.
    He slid one hand between her thighs, parting them gently and slipping one finger between her folds and teasing his way inside. Annanya yelped in surprise and clutched his shoulders. His finger retreated and then re-entered in a smooth motion that made her rise up on her toes.
    His teeth held a nipple firmly and she dropped back to flat feet under the threat. A second finger joined his first and he hooked them forward, searching for something. When he pressed on a spot on the front of her channel, the breath left her lungs and her knees buckled.
    He stroked that spot with deliberate pressure until her eyes went wide and a high wail came from her lips.
    Bright sparks flew behind her eyes and the world spun around her as her channel gripped his fingers. She came back to her senses on the bed and Denaric was quickly divesting himself of his clothing.
    His wings framed his golden body in a dark halo as he approached her. She trembled with anticipation as he crept toward her with the intensity of a hunting jungle cat. She reached out and stroked his feathers, reaching around him to touch the base of his wings in a slow stroke.
    He groaned and the heated rod of his erection left a trail of liquid up her thigh.
    Annanya kissed Denaric before she could change her mind and arched her hips against him in invitation. He reached down and fitted himself to her as he pressed kisses to her neck.
    She held perfectly still as he rocked against her, sliding in tiny increments into her depths. When he reached her hymen, he stopped and looked down at her in surprise. “Annanya?”
    She stroked the base of his wings hard while wrapping her thighs around him and his hips jerked forward, breaking through.
    She winced and fought the tears of pain that rippled through her. Amidst the