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    of the makeshift dwelling. “You are a virgin. Can you accept I
    want to give you pleasure? Will you allow me that much so I wont
    hurt you needlessly? The last thing I want is you to be frightened.”
    His voice was soft, almost pleading as he looked down at her.
    “I am nervous, my lord, but not exactly frightened,” Jenna said
    truthfully, gazing at him. She realized that compared to what she
    had seen before he was extremely more aroused. The impressive
    bulge between his legs, lifting the material of his breeches, was
    intriguing, but intimidating as well. She knew how people came
    together in the act of sex, but not the exact mechanics of it.
    “Here.” He reached over and tugged up the hem of her
    chemise, pulling it over her head, leaving her nude in front of him.
    “I am glad there is enough starlight still to see you,” he whispered,
    “though I have seen you naked before and wanted you with a
    powerful hunger. My God, Jenna, you are too beautiful. No
    wonder we are all half-mad.”
    Since she had been practically naked before all three men all
    week, she wasn’t as embarrassed as she should have been. In fact,
    she reveled a little in the stark yearning of his glittering gaze. He
    touched her lightly, running his fingers over her cheek, down the
    line of her jaw and neck, until he cupped one breast in his warm
    hand. Compliant and almost holding her breath, she let him fondle
    the pale mound. His tanned fingers were dark against her pale flesh
    as she watched him touch her. It felt sinful when he rubbed his
    thumb over the crest and she was surprised at the sensation of
    enjoyment she experienced. Leaning forward, he kissed her, his
    mouth as gentle as his hand holding the weight of her flesh. She
    opened at once to his tongue, putting her hands on his shoulders,
    shifting closer and inviting further intimacy.
    Her senses seemed alert all at once, her body registering both
    the kiss and his insidious caress with a slow drifting pleasure. He

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    felt male; he smelled male, and his size dwarfed her much smaller
    body and made her welcome the coming possession. It felt good to
    be desired, good to know this man wanted to pleasure her, and
    their primitive surroundings suited the moment. She touched his
    hair, weighing the silky texture, liking the difference between the
    soft thickness and the heated strength of his neck. Over and over,
    he kissed her mouth, her throat, the curve of her eyebrows…and all
    the while his hands wrought magic with both breasts, making them
    ache strangely, the flesh beginning to pucker and grow taut. He
    finally lifted his head and stared into her eyes, his hand still
    cupping one tight breast, the nipple tingling where he touched it.
    “You respond to me,” he said with obvious satisfaction. “Do you
    feel how your body betrays your growing arousal, just as a male
    will become erect around a female he desires? Your breasts, they
    are swelling and your nipples turning into hard buds. You will feel
    it between your legs also, my sweet castaway. Your sex will soften
    to welcome me, lubricating itself as your body readies for me.”
    Jenna said, a dreamy note in her voice, “I feel as if I want
    something but am not sure what exactly it is.”
    His teeth gleamed in the gloom of the hut as he smiled. “Let
    me show you what you want, my lady. Spread your legs for me
    and let me touch you.”
    It was wanton to obey, but it was also extremely wanton to
    offer her body to three virile men. Jenna closed her eyes and did as
    she was told. Opening her thighs, she surrendered to the glide of
    his fingers across her sensitive flesh and gasped out loud. He
    ignored the fact that she had gone very still at that shockingly
    intimate touch, rubbing her in her most private place, stroking her
    labia with his long, skillful fingers until she could feel the very
    effect he had described. Like a flower opening in the morning, her
    cleft seemed to slowly become receptive