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guaranteeing massive satisfaction.
    “I don’t want to be just another bedpost notch.”
    “Bed post notch.”
    “Or wherever you notch them.”
    “What?”
    “Conquests.”
    A furrow started in his brow as he pondered it, narrowing his eyes as he just watched her. And then he smiled that killer smile of his.
    “Rori, I was a crusader knight. You have nothing to fear from me.”
     “I’m not frightened. Uh…let’s just say it’s been awhile for me. You?”
    “Me? It has been not ever, Friudil .”
    “Ever?”
    Her eyes went wide with comprehension. Shock fought the complete awe, and then it got chased away with such a huge sense of euphoria Rori shook with it. She was afraid her face might split with the grin.
    “You’re not…disappointed?”
    “I’m in awe, Tristan. Truly. I don’t know what to say.”
    “You still want me?”
    “Now, more than ever.”
    Her body slid along his, her legs wrapped about his thighs to gain more pressure and touch where she needed it. He had no idea how much she wanted him. To be the first. The only. The knowledge was heady. Exhilarating. Stimulating. Eroticizing.
    “You’ll mate with me, then?”
    “Oh yeah.”
    “Fully?”
    “Fully and totally, Tristan. I promise.”
    “Of your free will?”
    He was still worried? The words came amidst kisses that rained across her cheeks, and to a mouth that was grasping and clinging, and returning every bit of it. Rori felt the slightest hint of pain as something sliced the inside of her lip, and then complete bliss as he licked and sucked along the abrasion.

 
     
    CHAPTER FOUR
    She’d said everything he needed. Mostly was the yes. She wanted him. Fully. Completely. Akron had counseled him on it. No taking her unless she was willing. He didn’t need or want an angry female in his organization – especially one with her powers. Tristan agreed, and then he’d gotten more advice. It was in a message on his phone he’d deleted the moment he heard it, but he couldn’t banish the words easily.
    Akron was his mentor. Had been since he’d saved Tristan from death at the end of an Islamic sword, but that was the extent of it. He’d given his loyalty, his fealty, and his future to the man. That still didn’t give him the right to counsel on this joining with his mate. Especially with the note of amusement that colored the words.
    If only he could ‘un-hear’ them!
    Slow . He’d been counseled to go slow, pace himself, hold back until he couldn’t contain it. Be gentle . He was a warrior readied and primed for battling and dealing death, not a lover preparing for a woman’s satisfaction. Follow . Since she probably wasn’t a maid, she’d have more experience. If he allowed her to lead, he’d find it easier.
    But the moment he sliced open her inner lip and tasted her fluid, he was lost. Drowning. Reeling. He rolled onto his back, taking her with him, while what felt like claws gripped into his sides. The lass had some very sharp fingernails. Puncturing sharp. Gripping strong. Latching onto flesh that gloried in the contact. A moan keened from their conjoined lips, blended from both throats.
    Tristan gripped both sides of the dress he’d unzipped earlier and pulled, ripping it completely apart and exposing bared back flesh to his roaming hands. Her low moan gave approval, but he was beyond asking. Finger pads slid along perfect silken flesh, sending flicks of reaction racing through him. He couldn’t hold back the groan as his hands delineating her spine, defined her waists…slid down to encase her buttocks.
    She’s not wearing under garments .
    Comprehension dawned, licking at his fuse. He wanted to find her cavern, fill it, and then pummel himself into oblivion, and to hell with any slow, gentle following. Tristan pulled from the beauty of her kiss, sending the groan of denial out, locking every muscle he controlled, against the instinct to complete this union, and now. Tristan filled his hands with each globe,