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the apex of her thighs was the same corn-silk color as that of her braid.
    “I…” Jane’s mouth went dry even as that subtle tingle in her belly darted again, deep and strong. She knew what was going to happen. She knew those hands, that mouth, that body would be on hers…against hers.
    And already her own desire grew. Already, she felt herself swell and dampen and begin to throb.
    “I have been patient thus far, but I warn you, Jane, it is not boundless. Clearly you are a passionate, experienced woman who enjoys pleasure. Allow me to give you some.”
    “I am married. I love my husband,” Jane said again, desperation in her voice. “I…” She moistened her lips. She really had no choice. “One night. One night, and then you will release me.”
    Zenovia held out her hand, the cords of her muscles long and taut. “Come to me, Jane. Let me give you pleasure.”
    “Please…” Jane said, her heart thudding. “Promise me you will allow me to leave. Tomorrow.”
    Zenovia’s eyes darkened, and Jane’s heart lurched at the fury suddenly blazing therein. She remembered suddenly, acutely, that she was at the mercy of this queenlike woman, that there were guards everywhere, and that she had nowhere to go and no one to help her should she be released or find escape. “You try my patience. Take that off.” Zenovia’s voice cracked out like a whip, and a surge of apprehension overtook Jane.
    With trembling fingers, she unfastened the brooch at her waist and then the one at her shoulder. Once released, the fabric slithered down over her breasts, belly, and thighs like a silky hand and puddled in a soft pile at her feet.
    “Magnificent,” Zenovia purred, but the burn of desire in her eyes was not nearly as controlled…and its intensity frightened Jane. “Come to me.”
    Jane sensed she must obey or risk truly infuriating the woman, and so she walked steadily toward her. Her heart beat faster and her palms became damp. Sensation sparked through her at every jounce of her breasts, and the delicate swipe of pressure against her tiny pearl with each step. Her hair, which had come loose during Zenovia’s gentle attack, brushed against her skin like a trickle of fingers.
    Jane expected to be dragged close, and kissed and fondled…but when she reached Zenovia, the other woman merely held out a hand. When she took it, strong fingers closed around her smaller ones and the chieftain took her toward the pool. The water steamed and bubbled with some delicate white froth, and the gentle floral scent was stronger now, filling Jane’s nostrils.
    Zenovia led the way into the water, stepping down several steps until she was submerged to just beneath her breasts in the pool. She tugged Jane after her, gripping her firmly as if to ensure she didn’t pull away. The hot water closed around her, lifting the tips of her hair, relaxing her muscles and releasing an even stronger flowery essence.
    She hadn’t stepped all the way into the water when Zenovia turned and met her at the end of the stairs. Here, Jane was taller than normal, and her hostess didn’t tower over her quite as much, so they were nearly eye to eye.
    “Surely this is not the first time you have been with a woman,” murmured Zenovia, wrapping an arm around Jane’s waist. She pulled her close so their bellies plastered together and the water surged around them, then reached up to brush a lock of hair from Jane’s face. Their breasts touched, and Jane couldn’t help but shiver at the unexpected, unfamiliar sensation of soft globes of flesh brushing against her.
    “It is,” she whispered, trying not to look at the way their nipples nearly touched, nearly kissed…quivering so close to each other. Hers seemed to strain toward the other, larger, darker pair…
    “Someone with your passion…your responsiveness? I can hardly believe it,” Zenovia said. “There has been no woman to touch you and taste you…to give you pleasure the way only a female