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and flung them after his wet shirt. He settled her arms about his
neck once more, then his hands cupped her buttocks and he lifted
her onto his cock. He bent his head to claim her mouth, and she
raised her lips to meet his, eager for the ravishing. His shaft lay
in the valley between her legs. With their bodies entwined he
carried her across the chamber and deposited her on the wide
bed.
    He stared down at her, drinking in her
glorious, wild beauty. “I’ve imagined these fiery curls between
your legs since I first saw you atop the stone wall.”
    Douglas boldly reached out to touch the curls
that covered his groin. “Black and red, a dangerous
combination.”
    “Danger excites you.” His voice was deep and
dark, like black velvet.
    “You excite me,” she purred.
    “Only because I’m dangerous, Firebrand.”
    She licked her lips in sensual invitation.
“If you play with fire, you’ll burn your fingers.” She arched her
mons and felt a shudder of desire when he threaded his fingers into
her red curls.
    Greystoke expected her to bargain with him,
offering her body in exchange for her brothers’ release.
    Douglas had too much pride to ask. She would
give freely and hoped he’d do the same.
    He came down to kneel beside her on the bed,
and spread her vivid hair across the pillow. His instincts told him
that this was her first time, in spite of her generous response to
him. Greystoke knew that in order to give her pleasure rather than
pain, he must arouse her fully, lure her to cast aside her
inhibitions, and revel in her own sexuality.
    He picked up her foot and dropped a kiss on
each toe, then he slid his tongue along the high arch of her
instep. His calloused hands stroked up the creamy skin of her leg,
then he bent his head to kiss and lick the delicate flesh of her
thigh. When his mouth arrived at the tendrils on her mons, he
pursed his lips and blew on the curls, making them dance about in
playful abandon. Then he picked up her other foot and repeated the
foreplay.
    “You make me feel beautiful and desirable,”
she said breathlessly.
    “Douglas Elliot, you are so luscious, I could
devour you.” He gently bit her toes.
    It was a new experience for her to be treated
as if she were special. She had a healthy sense of self-worth, but
in her family’s pecking order, she came after her brothers.
Greystoke looked at her and touched her as if she were precious,
and it felt blissful.
    He stroked her belly and caressed her
breasts, first kissing, then tonguing her nipples. He felt himself
harden and lengthen, and when he saw she was avidly watching his
body’s reaction, his cock bucked wildly. He straddled her thighs,
and reached his fingers down to caress and stimulate her woman’s
center. He slipped a finger into her hot sheath, playing until she
became slick, then he brought her to climax and watched her eyes
widen in surprise. He cupped her mons and she cried out at the
exquisite sensations he aroused.
    Douglas thought fleetingly of Alex Hume who
had pursued her at the Queen’s Court, and it made her shudder. When
she compared the young fop to Lance Greystoke, she was suddenly
thanking the Fates who had brought her to the English nobleman’s
bed. Here was a man worthy of her virginity. She banished her
apprehension, and her lips curved in an inviting smile.
    Lance came over her and took possession of
her luscious mouth. He gave her a hundred kisses, arousing her
passion, then he whispered how much he desired her, and what he was
going to do to her. He positioned his cock. “Open to me, Douglas,”
he urged. She arched against him and he slid slowly into her tight
sheath. She could not take the whole length of him, but he was
overjoyed with her generous response to him. As he thrust in and
out, she writhed and cried out with pleasure. He did not prolong
it, for fear of hurting her. He spent quickly, then gathered her in
his arms, and buried his face in her glorious hair.

CHAPTER FIVE
     
    “Little