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squeezing.
    Devon’s mind floated away in miasma of bliss, then jerked back to the blade-keen awareness that a man’s cock was sliding in and out of his ass. Xan’s strong, calloused hands were broad and warm, his touch intimate, almost loving. On the in-stroke, Xan pushed his sex all the way in up to the haft, so that Devon felt Xan’s balls against his groin.
    Every sinew inside him was singing.
    Devon hadn’t ever wanted to want this man. But he did. All gods, Devon did want him.
    The world was charged with magic. Life was never more vivid.
    The chamber was fragrant with wood and spice. The earth exhaled verdant scents through the open window.
    The most splendid stallion rode him, penetrating and withdrawing deliciously. Tears formed in Devon’s eyes as if gazing into too bright a light.
    Just when Devon thought he was already engulfed in starfire, Xan reached down and forward to take Devon’s cock in his hand.
    All his dreams exploded into a million real shining pieces. Xan’s hand moved up and down on his sex, tight and hard. Devon’s sex convulsed. He spurted white cum on Xan’s great hand.
    Then Xan was pulling Devon up and back with him into Xan’s lap, still impaled. Devon stifled the moans in his throat, but he couldn’t contain his gushing joy as Xan’s hand moved up and down on his cock. Xan’s sex pulsated inside him.
    The motion brought Devon back up to the razor edge of ecstasy. Lamplight shimmered through the prism of tears clinging to the tips of his eyelashes.
    Wet warmth spread inside him with Xan’s ejaculation and Devon shot back to the heights again, coming again hard and straining as Xan climaxed inside him.

    Dawn filtered through the gauze curtains of the high, wide windows of Devon’s chamber in the summer palace.
    Bird songs and soft breezes drifted inside. The satin sheets were a rumpled glorious mess.
    Xan had left Devon’s bed long past midnight when Devon was sated and could respond no more.
    Devon woke vibrating on an ecstatic note, spent, used, and Oh my gods .
    He had lost a virginity of sorts. Not that he hadn’t had a dildo in there, but that was like a candle flame to the noonday sun compared to the thrusts of Xan’s sex. A pleasant shiver of memory passed through his body as he relived the wash of sexual heat that was Xan coming inside him.
    It hadn’t been enough for Xan just to take his release with Devon. Xan had to control him, bring him to heights, master him and make him come again and again.
    Devon’s skin was sticky this morning. He liked it. He liked the heady musk on his sheets.
    The hair on his pubis was stiff with dried cum.
    He did not want to bathe. Xan’s scent was everywhere on him. Devon inhaled the male fragrance.
    At last, because decorum demanded it, he rinsed himself clean, washing away Xan, his scent, his seed.
    He retrieved his crown from the floor, put on his dignity—and cut off his cock ring.

    Devon rode high in the saddle. His thighs were toned iron hard and stirrups were a Raenthe invention, so he was not desperately uncomfortable, only a little tender. And he would die before he rode in that soft, sumptuous litter.
    He felt dazzled, floating, his body reverberating with the echoes of sexual splendor.
    Where have I been? Have I ever been alive before?
    It was as if he had been underwater all his life, holding his breath. And this, this was what life in the sunlight felt like.
    Xan left even Devon’s fantasies in ashes by comparison. Real sex was sudden and brilliant as a lightning strike. Devon was still reeling from the wonder and sheer beauty of it.
    It was something that should have never happened. And now he knew with exquisitely cruel clarity what he was missing.
    So be it. He couldn’t exactly undo last night. Not that he would choose to forget it. Ever.
    He held himself haughty on the ride out of Laklare.
    So did Xan, looking easy and unaffected and unbearably sexy. Xan had the relaxed look of a well-fed lion.
    The sex would be