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their joined bodies through every
molecule of her flesh.
    A rasping groan escaped him. His arms
tightened almost bruisingly around her as his own body began to
convulse with release. Swaying slightly as the spasms began to
subside, he caught the edge of the well with one hand to brace
himself.
    Lana lifted away from him, shivering as she
felt his expended cock slip from her body. Weakly, she released her
grip on his waist and dropped her feet to the ground. Her thighs
trembled as she settled her weight on her legs. Leaning against the
wall behind her, she released her grip on his neck, bracing her
palms behind her on the low wall as she caught her breath.
    The air cooled the moisture that remained on
her skin, drying the soap bubbles and making her feel sticky. With
an effort, she turned away from Corin, wondering if she had enough
strength in her arms to lift the bucket and rinse herself. Deciding
she didn’t, she scooped water from the bucket and splashed it over
her cooling body.
    Corin reached around her and lifted the
bucket, tilting it and allowing the water to run over her slowly.
Grateful for the assistance, she rubbed her hands along her body,
sloughing both soap and water from her skin. When he’d emptied it,
he dropped the pail down the well once more and Lana moved away
from him. Grabbing her towel, she dried herself quickly as Corin
rinsed himself off, then tossed the towel to him, gathered her
belongings, and headed back to the cabin.
    He caught up to her in the cabin. Pulling
her pack from her hands, he dropped it to the floor and dragged her
into his embrace, kissing her with a hunger that belied their
recent appeasement. Lana made a sound of objection in her throat
but found as he pushed her back onto the bed and followed her down
that her own body was already humming once more with need.
    Ignoring her protest for what it was—no more
than a token resistance—he familiarized himself with the taste and
texture of her skin, lavishing kisses along her neck and the tops
of her breasts with his mouth and tongue before moving downward,
between her breasts and down the center of her body to her lower
belly. By the time he’d worked his way upward once more, grasping a
breast in one hand and teasing the nipple with the flick of his
thumb as he sucked the nipple of her other breast into his mouth,
Lana felt as if she was on fire. She could scarcely catch her
breath, could not be still.
    Parting her thighs, she positioned herself
beneath him, arching her hips upward so that his cock nudged
against her clit. He caught her hands, lacing his fingers through
hers and pinning her arms to the bed as she tried to reach between
them to align their bodies. Before she could protest, he covered
her mouth with his own, penetrating the sensitive cavern with his
thrusting tongue in an imitation of the mating ritual that teased
rather than fulfilled her needs.
    Dizzying heat swept through her. She sank
more deeply into the chaotic chasm of carnality, unable to focus
beyond the need he continued to build inside of her with each
stroke of his tongue along her own. She moved feverishly beneath
him, arching against him and shuddering as his cock slid tauntingly
along her cleft, stirring a craving that demanded appeasement.
    When he broke the kiss, she was gasping
hoarsely, her heart thundering with anticipation as he shifted
above her. Instead of thrusting inside of her, however, he lowered
his head and began to tease the sensitive buds of her breasts.
    “ Damn it, Corin!” she gasped. “Stop
teasing me! Give me what I need.”
    He lifted his head, his eyes glimmering with
heated desire, his lips curled faintly, teasingly. He arched
against her so that his cock slipped between her thighs once more,
along her cleft and nudged against her opening. “This?”
    She looked up at him with a mixture of
desperation and dawning anger.
    Frowning at the accusation in her gaze, he
shook his head slightly, thrusting steadily and sinking more