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knew it, she had woven her fingers through his dark hair and she was holding on as her body made a list of demands that she wanted to fulfill in the worst way.
    She wrapped her legs around him for support and deepened the kiss, tasting the tang of wine, the sharpness of fruit and the flavour that she had sampled earlier. He was indescribable.
    His arm moved from her back, and he held the back of her thighs as she kissed him. She heard that deep growl from him again, and a shiver ran through her from the inside out. That sound woke impulses that she had never considered to be physically possible before. His grip was steady; he could hold her wherever he wanted her, and she wanted him to take a few of those positions for a test drive.
    Couples were dropping to the ground and writhing in the light.
    Mordem broke their kiss. “I am thinking that this is as far as you would like to go in public.”
    She blinked and nodded slowly. “If there is somewhere more private, I have a few ideas.”
    His hands held her tight; he bent his legs, and he launched them upward. She screeched and held onto his shoulders.
    He landed lightly and sauntered across the roof. “So, Lady Camile, which room is yours?”
    She looked over the edge of the tiles and then squinched her eyes shut. “Third to the right, first floor.”
    He kept her tightly against his body and jumped again. When he was walking again, he whispered, “You can open your eyes now.”
    He opened the door to the ground-floor balcony and stepped into her temporary quarters. He left the door open behind him and carried her into the silent and silken chamber.
    He slid a hand into her elaborate locks and kissed her again. His grip at the back of her neck weakened her knees. It was a good thing that his free hand was supporting her.
    The world tilted, and her back was soon resting against the bedding. It seemed completely normal to embrace the local customs, and since her partner was a professional at taking care of people, she couldn’t be in safer hands.
    The light mist reached them and spilled in through the open doors. It cast him in an eerie light, but as he shifted back to divest her of her clothing, the extra heat was caused by the flicker of danger in his expression.
    He was far better at the closures of her gown than she was. A few flicks here and there and the silky fabric slithered away. While she watched, his own clothing simply flattened to his skin and gathered to form a band around one bicep. The living Masuo responded to what its host wanted.
    She wanted to ask questions about the living clothing, but he moved over her while the light mist spilled up and over the bed.
    Mordem wrapped an arm around her, and he shifted her to the centre of the bed. She didn’t have to wait long; he was soon pressing his lips to her cheek, her neck and moving downward.
    The mist coiled around her, energizing her skin. She breathed a little faster as he used the flats of his fingers to claw at her skin before he placed his lips on her breast. The strong suction forced a cry from her throat. She wove her fingers into his hair and held on tight as he played her body with delightful expertise.
    His searching hand discovered her personal moisture, and he paused for a moment, pressing his forehead to her belly. The slow exploration and careful penetration had Cam shaking with tension.
    The rough pads of his fingers were a level of sensation she hadn’t anticipated. When he thumbed her clit and bit at the underside of one breast, she clenched her hands in his hair and fought her climax.
    “Let it come, lady.” His words against her skin rumbled through her body.
    She twisted, and he shifted his thumb rapidly over her clit while the two inside her curled upward and slid back and forth in a controlled gesture.
    Her gasps broke into low, jerking moans as her body gave him what he was after.
    Another surge of slick wetness coated his hand, and she blushed furiously while he shuddered for