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fight a dragon.”
    Bellaron laughed, and there was a hint of smoke to it that
made a pleasurable tingle run up her spine. “ I need to keep you fed then,” he said, his eyes
falling deliberately to her red mouth. “Because I like you like this...”
    “ Oh, I haven't even begun to warm up,” she said
jauntily. “I want to talk about how kissable your mouth looks, and how gorgeous
it looked when you were eating out of my hand. I've never done that before, you
know, not really, it's just been you and a little goat that I fed at a petting
zoo when I was eight.”
    “ I find myself unaccountably jealous of a goat,” Bellaron commented. “Does it bother you to know that I make
an excellent Indian goat curry?”
    “ Not at all,” she responded smoothly. “And I like
that too. I like that you know all about food. It's like, if you know your way
around a kitchen, what else do you know your way around, you know?”
    Somehow, in the course of her words, she found
herself closer to him than when she had started out, and by the time she
finished speaking, she was mere inches away from him, looking up into his face.
He towered over her, but instead of making her feel threatened, it thrilled
her.
    “ What do I know my way around...” he said, and there
was just a touch of strain to his voice that drew her in even further. “ Well, I don't like to go anywhere where I'm not very, very
welcome...”
    “ Welcome, huh? Well, let's see.”
    Carefully and slowly, she took his hand, marveling
for a moment at how large it was. There were scars on it, the small nicks and
cuts that she imagined every chef bore, but it was completely and utterly
clean, the nails trimmed back to the quick. She stroked it for a moment, and
then she placed it on the dip of her waist.
    “ Is that an invitation?” he asked.
    She laughed, a soft gusty
sound. “ If I could be any clearer, I would be
shouting it,” she said, and his hand drifted lower.
    She held her breath as he ran light fingers over
the swell of her hip, sweeping down over the velvet of her dress and palming
her thigh. Daring to be a little braver, she reached up and took a fistful of
his tuxedo’s lapel, dragging him closer so she was pinned between his bulk and
the table.
    “ I like it close,” she said softly, glancing up at
him. With their bodies pressed so close, she could feel how solid he was, and
how muscular. He hissed softly with surprise when she shifted against him, and
now she could feel his cock stir between his legs, pressing into her soft
belly.
    “ Do you?” he muttered thickly, and his fingers found
the hem of her dress, tugging it aside so that he could slide the fabric up her
legs. He had both hands on her thighs now, and she whimpered as he dragged his
calloused palms up and up. He was amazingly warm pressed against her, and there
was something wonderful and almost terrifying by how aroused she was so
quickly. Something about this man lit her up like a night sky full of
fireworks, and she braced herself against the table so she could fit herself to
him more completely.
    “ You feel so, so good,” she whispered. “I can't
remember the last time I felt this good.”
    He laughed a touch raggedly, and when Apple looked
up, she could see that there was a dazed look in his eyes as well.
    “ I...” He swallowed. “Neither can I .”
    She might have scoffed at the idea of a man as
handsome as Bellaron ever lacking for female company,
but his hands came around the backs of her thighs and gave her round buttocks a
gentle squeeze.
    “ Harder,” she found herself whispering. “I’m not a
porcelain doll.”
    That was all the encouragement he needed. His
strong fingers kneaded into her soft flesh, and when she looked up again, his
mouth crashed down on hers. They had been moving so slowly that it was as if
his kiss shocked everything into bright and vivid color. Suddenly there were
his hands on her rear, and his hot wet mouth covering her own. When she parted
her