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his crotch.
    He let out a sound that was half-gasp, half-groan, and abruptly she was driven back into the wall of straw, his body hard against her.
    “You give me your lips,” he ground out, crushing her mouth under his in a kiss that left her breathless. “Your delicious breasts…” He dropped his head to her exposed breast, lashing the delirious nipple with his tongue before taking it into his mouth and rolling it frantically between his lips.
    Gwyneth’s head fell back against the straw, her mouth open in ecstasy.
    “Both your delicious breasts,” he muttered, freeing the other for the same attentions. His lower body ground into hers, awakening deeper longings that she had no name for. Flames seemed to lick her pussy, melting it, opening it for him, so that when he began to bundle up her skirts, she emitted a little mewl of excitement.
    “And this, your sex, your pussy, you would give it to me, too?”
    “Yes, oh, yes,” she breathed, trembling as his fingers ran up and down her thighs and swept inward.
    “Wet, so wet,” he whispered in her ear. “You are so very passionate for a virgin.”
    “Is that bad?” she got out, shivering under his hot breath on her skin, his fingers gliding among the folds of her pussy.
    Something, laughter perhaps, shook him. “Not from where I’m standing. Will you be faithful to your husband?”
    “When he’s my husband, then yes, God help me.”
    “I don’t know who to pity more.”
    “What does that mean?”
    The finger teasing her entrance slipped inside her, making her cry out with shock and unexpected delight at the cool intrusion.
    “I don’t know,” he said. “You take away my sanity, my determination, and all I want is to pleasure you, to make you come on my fingers…”
    His palm pressed on her pussy, his thumb caressed back and forth across her swollen clitoris while his finger moved inside her, sliding up and down, probing and exploring. Shards of delight followed his every touch, building the pleasure in her core, leaving her curiously helpless as well as desperate.
    “It doesn’t have to be your fingers,” she whispered, and for an instant he stilled. She twisted her neck to try to see his face, but the cowl was turned away from her. Slowly, his head bent toward the side of her neck and she felt his lips there.
    “You want my cock?” he said against her damp skin, causing a fresh burst of wild lust. His teeth grazed her, adding to it. “You want my cock inside you, fucking you to orgasm?”
    “Yes,” she whispered, unable to lie. “I know it’s wrong, but I do…”
    Another finger joined the first inside her, and together they plunged deeper. “Oh, God!” she gasped.
    “Not God, certainly not God. But it seems we both want the same thing. Only…”
    She swallowed, feeling the climax begin to rise up from her toes. “Only what?” she managed.
    She grasped at the fabric of his cloak, her fingers scrabbling to find purchase. His thumb tapped against her clitoris, glided over it again and again while his fingers swirled and drove inside her. “Only that is not my price,” he whispered and pressed his palm against her pussy.
    Orgasm broke over her like a storm, wilder, more intense than anything she had yet experienced. She fell forward against him, and he held her, completing her joy with his kiss on her open, gasping mouth. She clung, helpless, convulsing around his fingers, overcome with profound joy that seemed to go far beyond the merely physical.
    There was straw in her hair, tickling her neck, jabbing into her exposed legs. Gwyneth became aware of it very gradually as the world came back into focus. From her bodice, he was drawing the black, silken blindfold that she’d hidden there once more after the women had dressed her. She didn’t really understand why. Nor had she truly meant him to discover it, but she couldn’t be sorry. She smiled at him with lethargic, satisfied intimacy.
    Deep inside his cowl, the demon’s eyes