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her own moan from escaping.
    “Like that, do you?” Lord Banks questioned, his finger closing further.
    The woman did not answer, but her hips thrust against him, her back arching.

    Yes, she liked it—and Bliss did too. She pressed her fingers tighter, feeling the need in her breast grow, the nipples growing ever tighter.
    “Want a little more?” Lord Banks’s fingers slid down the breast roughly, his thumb and forefinger stopping as they reached the woman’s nipple. Bliss’s own nipples ached in response. She shuddered as she watched him pinch tight, far tighter than the woman had pinched herself, and then twist and pull. And then again. She slipped a hand into her bodice, feeling a slight release as air reached her hot flesh. Her whole body shook as a single finger brushed one puckered tip.
    She waited for the woman to scream at the hard pinch, but there was only a deep moan, and the woman’s behind pushed more urgently into Lord Banks’s pelvis.
    He pulled again.
    Another moan.
    Didn’t it hurt? Bliss’s hands moved over her own breasts, feeling her own hard nipples; they strained against the pressure, the delicate linen of her chemise grating against them as her fingers withdrew. Almost without thought she squeezed herself, feeling a bolt of heat flash down between her legs.
    She gasped, her eyes still glued to Lord Banks’s fingers, which were pulling with greater urgency.
    “Damn. You like that, Julianna. I can feel how wet you are through your skirts,” he said. And then he pulled away from the nipple, which stood rosy and distended, the peak glistening in the moonlight.
    “Don’t stop,” the woman, Julianna, gasped. “More, I want more.”
    “I’ll give you more.” With a sudden jerk, Banks pulled up her skirts revealing her bare behind. His hands went to his waist then, and before Bliss could blink his trousers fell to his knees, and…Now Bliss blinked and blinked again.

    She’d seen baby boys. She’d even peeked at Greek and Roman statues, but—but this was something else.
    The man’s male member was…She didn’t even know any words to use, perhaps frightening—yes, that was true, but incomplete. Glorious? Horrible? Incredible? Beautiful? Hideous?
    Could they all be true?
    Even as her brain was trying to solve that riddle, Banks moved forward, his hands separating the cheeks of the woman’s behind and thrusting his member between them.
    Bliss slammed her eyes shut, and then opened them quickly.
    Her fingers kept moving over her own nipples, more and more shocks of pleasure moving down to between her legs. She should stop, she should not be doing such a thing, but her fingers kept moving, kept drawing, kept pulling.
    And she definitely shouldn’t be watching what was happening before her, but how could she not?
    His hips pulled back and then pushed forward, burying him deep within the woman. She moaned again, soft little gasps with each movement. His hands were on her hips holding her tight as he began to thrust harder and harder, the slap of flesh spreading through the small chamber.
    Bliss closed her eyes again, her mind moving to another time, another place. She’d seen this all before, but without her current understanding—and without the detail she was seeing now. Then it had been hurried…No. She wouldn’t think of it. She tried never to think of it, never to imagine herself…

    This time she was free to imagine. She opened her eyes again, watched the pounding of flesh, the gasp of breaths. She pushed her legs tighter together, unable to relieve the growing pressure. Her fingers pinched her nipple again, sensation coursing through her.
    “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Banks was gasping now with each movement, pushing forward and then pulling almost all the way out, his member wet and glistening.
    Suddenly the woman’s body shuddered, her mouth opened and she let out a short scream—but there was no terror in the sound, only emotion, deep and raw.
    Bliss knew she moaned herself,