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brushed and nibbled at hers, she almost sighed. It was very nice,
conjuring up a pleasant warmth within her. Soon her mouth itched for something
more, and she felt her hands creeping to his broad shoulders. When his tongue
probed for entry, her eyes flew open in surprise for she was unsure of what he
was doing.
    “Part
your lips for me, sweeting. I crave the honey of your mouth.”
    “There
is none there. My teeth are rotted and oozing.”
    Parlan
laughed softly. “Such a liar ye are, Aimil Mengue. Part your lips.”
    Another
shiver tore through her when his tongue eased between her lips to caress the
inside of her mouth. Each kiss grew hungrier. He paused briefly between each,
letting her catch her breath while teasing her slim throat with gentle kisses.
She burrowed her hands into his thick hair even as her body arched, seeking
his. The slow warmth that had begun in her started to grow. Tender noises of
pleasure escaped her as she succumbed to the heady persuasion of his kisses.
The sudden removal of her shift broke through the fog he had created in her
mind.
    “Nay,”
she protested in a soft, husky voice, trying to cover her breasts with her
oddly limp arms, embarrassment dimming her growing passion.
    “Aye,”
he growled as he gently tugged her arms away to gaze at her breasts with
ill-concealed hunger. “So lovely.”
    Her
body bucked slightly when his tongue flickered over each taut nipple. Pure
white heat shot straight to her loins. As his hands cupped and fondled the soft
flesh, his kisses touching their every curve, she returned her hands to his
hair. She pressed his head closer when his mouth closed over one hard, aching
tip to draw upon it slowly. A litany of pleasure’s sounds escaped her throat,
but she was too caught up in delight to restrain them. She ran her hands over
the warm skin of his back. The way he groaned and trembled slightly only
heightened her pleasure. She was glad when he tore off his robe for now she
could touch even more of him.
    As
he heatedly spread kisses over her satiny midriff, Parlan reveled in her
response. She was fire beneath his hands, far more than he had dared hope for.
When he began to remove her hose, his hands touched the warm silken skin of her
thighs and before he bent to kiss her there, he found that he had barely
skimmed the surface of her passion.
    Aimil
nearly flew off the bed when he touched her bare legs. Parlan took quick
advantage of her sensitivity there, his hands and lips moving over her
greedily, leaving no spot upon her long, slim legs untouched. The pleasure grew
so intense Aimil thought he would kill her with it. His large calloused hands
both caressed her legs and held them steady so that he could kiss her, lick
her, and nibble her. When he finally made his slow way up her body, his hand
slipping between her thighs, Aimil was too frenzied to do more than twitch when
he touched her so intimately.
    Feeling
that faint sign of rejection, Parlan lifted his head from her breasts only to
hear her make a sound much like a purr and to see her open for his touch. “God,
so lovely. Ye are melting for me.” He moved his mouth greedily over her breasts
as he stroked her and probed her secrets. “Aye, lass,” he groaned against her
throat, “let your sweetness flow. I mean to taste it soon. Nae this night but
soon.”
    “Please,
please,” she moaned, having no idea for what she begged but only certain that
he could give her what her body now craved.
    “I
must hurt ye the first time but t’will pass,” he rasped as he readied himself
to possess her.
    She
did not really hear him but moved her hips against his in a way that made him
shudder. He took her with one hard thrust in the hope that quicker was better.
Feeling the shield of her innocence rend before his charge, he savored the
proof that he was the first, even as he flinched in sympathy with the pain he
had caused her.
    Aimil
shuddered beneath the onslaught, but the sharp pain was gone as quickly as