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     hard, the definition of the muscles clear. She stroked him, trying to absorb all of
     his strength. It fanned the flames of need smoldering inside her.
    His body hair was thicker than hers and crisp. It delighted her in a way she couldn’t
     describe, so she merely sighed with contentment.
    “That’s the way, lass…”
    She smiled at his praise, and he drew his hand down the side of her face. She turned
     her cheek until it rested against his breast so he might stroke the other side of
     her face. Her cheek was warm with a blush of excitement, and she wanted him to notice.
    Saer made a soft circle with his fingertips over the hot spot before trailing his
     hand down and over the corner of her lips. Just the corner, and she let out a little
     sound of disappointment when he continued along the column of her neck instead of
     teasing her lips.
    His destination became clear.
    Her eyes opened wide as he smoothed over her collarbone and onto her chest.
    “Close yer eyes, Nareen…” he tempted her.
    She didn’t, because the sight of his fingers traveling lower on her chest was too
     erotic to miss. It shouldn’t have delighted her, but she was fascinated, unable to
     look away. He teased the top of her breast where her bodice pressed it up. She drew
     in a stiff breath and found herself holding it as delight drew its claws down her
     body. She felt it all along her spine, a twisting, churning delight that begged for
     her to arch and increase the pressure between his hand and her breast.
    He pressed a kiss against her neck, this one firmer and full of hunger. One she felt
     inside herself as well.
    Her eyes fluttered shut, and everything intensified.
    She leaned her head back, and Saer boldly stroked the swell of one breast. Her nipple
     was still puckered, but it felt like it was drawing tighter. Nareen reached behind
     her, seeking his thighs through the pleated fabric of his kilt. She needed more of
     him, craved the feeling of his hard body.
    He kissed his way up her neck and across her jawline until she was turning in his
     embrace, his hands guiding her until he could cover her lips with his own. He closed
     his embrace around her once more, and she purred with contentment. Every inch of her
     was humming with delight, and she reached for him, sliding her hand along the side
     of his face until she threaded her fingers through the strands of his hair.
    He growled softly, his mouth pressing harder against hers. She opened her lips, anticipating
     the touch of his tongue this time. When it came, she shuddered, her entire body responding
     to the touch. She fisted her hand in his hair, holding him to her as she tried to
     mimic his motions and taste him, just as he was tasting her.
    Her actions sparked a response in him that was uncontrollable. For one wild moment,
     he claimed her mouth like a prize. His lips played across hers with a demand that
     had her clitoris throbbing between the folds of her sex and her hips straining toward
     his.
    Suddenly, he put her away from him, cupping her shoulders and setting her back a full
     pace. He held her there as she heard him draw in a ragged breath. His eyes glittered
     with hunger, and frustration needled her.
    “Concede the point, Nareen.” He stepped farther back and offered her his hand, the
     meaning unmistakable.
    He wanted submission now that he’d proven her flesh was weak.
    Of course he did. All men craved such from women. The kindness was over, and now the
     claiming would begin.
    She shook her head and grabbed the front of her skirt. “I shall never concede any
     victory to ye.”
    His eyes narrowed and glittered with a promise that made her lips tingle. It was more
     than a look. She felt his determination as much as saw it flickering in his eyes.
     It stole her breath and sent her heart racing. An insane urge to bare her teeth at
     him surfaced, terrifying her with how intense her feelings were.
    Wild…like him.
    She ran.
    Maybe her pride demanded she