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“She did. She said some men enjoy such things.”
    He coaxed her knees apart and wedged his body between them. “In time, I will. First, I would have your mouth again. Kiss me.”
    Tasting him before had brought an unexpected pleasure, and Iloria didn’t hesitate to renew the sensation now. His tongue was hot and rough, and the gentle rasp of it over hers tugged at something low in her body. She fidgeted on the bed, seeking relief from the ache.
    His large, scarred hands left her legs to smooth up her sides, still stroking through the layers of her gown. He touched her breasts, cupping them as he licked her lower lip. “Do you enjoy this?”
    An odd word, a weak one, for the way her body flamed at his touch. Iloria dropped her head back and squeezed her eyes shut with a low noise she couldn’t contain. “What will you do if you do not plan to take me?”
    “Learn you.” His thumbs worked at her nipples, rubbing in slow, taunting circles that scraped her gown over her rigid flesh.
    “No, I—” She would have to speak plainly about matters, whether the words embarrassed her or not. “You said as much. I meant to ask if you will allow me to alleviate your arousal as well.”
    He froze, his hoarse groan rasping over her chin. “In time, perhaps, but not tonight. I am capable of alleviating my own arousal.”
    His words evoked irresistible images of his hand around his erection, his naked body sheened with sweat and his head thrown back in helpless pleasure. “Oh. You—of course you are.”
    Another low noise. “Are you imagining it, wife?”
    A curious excitement edged his voice, and Iloria couldn’t help but respond to it. “I think…I should like to watch that.”
    Rough fingers twisted in her gown, tearing it a little. His breath hissed out between his teeth, teeth that closed on her jaw a moment later in a sharp bite he immediately soothed with his tongue. “I’m going to give you release. Then I’ll take mine with my hand, and you will watch how I do it so you will know what pleases me.”
    Iloria bit back a whimper, and all she managed was a quick nod and a breathless, “Please.” She ached with an emptiness only he could fill, and sheer willpower alone stopped her from urging his movements.
    Farran smiled at her. “Lie back, my lady, and let me taste you.”
    How was it that she could be so shameless? She was a virgin, as befitted her status and upbringing, but even the occasional sexual urges she’d steadfastly ignored had been nothing compared to this. Farran was about to put his mouth on her, lick and stroke her to orgasm, and instead of wanting to blush at the intimacy of it, she wanted more. She wanted to taste herself on his tongue as he thrust into her, as he drove deep and gave her his passion.
    His hands were gentle, and he coaxed her robe up, leaving her bare to the heat of his breath. He stroked the sensitive insides of her thighs and hummed in something that sounded like approval. “How curious are you, wife? Do you wish to lift yourself on your elbows and watch me?”
    Instead of answering, she propped up, bracing her elbows behind her on the bed. “Part of me wishes to torment you like this. Kneel at your feet and make you yearn for my mouth.”
    “As if I could yearn any more.” He swept his thumbs higher until he was almost stroking sensitive flesh. “You’re wet. Aroused.”
    Her hips jerked. “Did you wonder if I would be?”
    He didn’t answer. Instead he slid his fingers over her folds and groaned when she choked out another moan.
    It felt better than she’d dreamed, so different from her own explorations. Of course he would know how to do this. He’d had women, knew how to bring them to exquisite heights of sensation. At any other time, it might have made her feel inadequate, even jealous.
    For now, she was only glad that he would find satisfaction in teaching her.
    Farran looked up and met her gaze as one finger parted her and edged inside. “Does this please