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over and fitted his mouth over hers. Shocking tingles sparked from the place where his lips touched hers. She’d never guessed it could feel like that. Then he ran his tongue over her lips and nudged them apart. When he invaded her mouth, it sent a jolt through her entire body that she felt right down to her toes. She moaned deep in her throat. Heat began to burn inside and spread through her.
    He put a hand behind her head to steady her as he began to kiss his way across her cheek to her ear. His tongue caressed the tender skin around the ear and he blew gently into it. After retracing the path and kissing his way to the other ear and back, he began to move down along her jaw to her throat.
    Her breath moved in and out on hard pants as the fire he roused in her grew.
    His hands shifted their grip, sliding down from her head to rest on either side of her chest. His thumbs slid inward until they brushed the undersides of her breasts. She was jolted again by shards of sensation tearing through her from the contact. Nothing had ever made her feel this before, certainly not her few encounters with males of the town. His fingers left trails of heated skin wherever he touched.
    Henrik released her for a moment while he moved back to sit on the one chair in the room, a bare, straight-backed thing that groaned and creaked when he moved. He settled himself as comfortably as he could get on it then pulled her to him, lifted her onto his lap, straddling his legs, and slid her forward. In that position her legs were separated and her quim pressed hard against the fabric that barely contained his straining cock. Fianna felt it throbbing against her. He closed his eyes for a moment, and his breath came in loud, stretched pants until he adjusted to the contact.
    It was almost obscenely delicious to be so intimately close to him. Feeling greatly daring, she reached up and brushed a hand against his face, running it down his cheek and along the neat, golden beard. With a finger, she traced the outline of his lips. He opened his mouth and sucked the tip of her finger inside. A thrill chased its way up and down her spine as the heat flowed through the finger and flooded her body.
    His hands moved around her and cupped her breasts. Henrik squeezed them gently, pushed them together and up, testing their weight and firmness.
    When he brushed fingers across her nipples, the sensation hit her like a lightning bolt. Tiny knife thrusts of pure pleasure lanced her repeatedly. For long moments he did naught but play with those sensitive tips, stroking and flicking them until she was near to sobbing with the pleasure. She’d had no idea her body had such capacity for delight.
    Now the heat was gathering in her loins and a pressure started to mount. She knew not what it might be leading to, but there was a need there, a need only he could answer.
    Fianna looped her arms around his neck to hold herself upright. She’d thought his touches brought ecstasy, but then he dipped his head and ran his tongue over the tip of one breast. A small shriek tore from her. It felt as though a flaming brand had been set to her, and she was blazing, burning up with the unbearable heat of it. Henrik looked up at her with lazy, gleaming eyes, smiling in satisfaction as she moaned and writhed.
    He drew the entire nipple into his mouth, tongue circling and flicking at it while his lips sucked. She bounced up and down and wriggled against him, the pleasure so great she couldn’t keep still. He repeated the action with the other breast then moved back and forth between them. Fianna heard herself sobbing out loud.
    Henrik’s teeth scraped over the nipple in his mouth, and then he bit down on it, lightly at first but gradually increasing the pressure until pain mingled with the pleasure. But it was a deliciously exciting sensation that mixed the various aches so thoroughly she couldn’t tell where the pleasure ended and the pain began, and it hardly mattered anyway. She