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trembled, legs jerking. She turned in
his arms, wondering what was going on. When she got a look at his face, the dim
flickers of the fire showed a grimace. He whimpered again. She frowned,
disturbed to see such a strong, self-sufficient man so vulnerable. Clearly he
was having a nightmare.
    A
bad one, too, from the looks of it , she thought.
She flicked a glance at the scars on his shoulder and winced. Yeah, not surprising . She ran a hand down his chest
soothingly. He settled a bit under her touch, then abruptly he groaned, back
arching, the tendons in his neck standing out. Liselle grabbed on, almost falling off the sofa.
    “John?” she tried again, cupping his jaw.
His stubble scraped against her fingers. She traced over his mouth, breathing a
sigh of relief when he relaxed. His eyes opened and he frowned, confused. She
hoped he remembered her.
    “ Liselle ?” he
said, voice still thick from dreaming. “Are you okay?”
    She smiled wryly. “I should be asking you
that.”
    He blinked, waking up more. “Hmm. A bad dream. It’s nothing.”
    “It didn’t look like nothing,” she argued,
running her hand over his cheek again.
    He tensed, looking away. “It comes with
the territory.”
    She waited a beat, then nodded, leaning down to kiss his jaw. She understood. She had enough bad dreams
of her own to outrun. Her mind shied away from the specific horrors she’d endured,
wanting instead to soothe away John’s unhappiness.
    That’s more productive than dwelling on
shit I can’t change , she thought. She kissed him
again, trying to put all of her empathy into it. She wanted him to know she
understood. She knew how it felt.
    “You don’t have to stay,” he muttered,
hands automatically cupping her hips.
    She shook her head. He wasn’t getting it,
even though she could feel his cock lengthening against her thigh.
    “ Shh . Don’t
talk,” she said instead of trying to explain. She put a finger over his lips,
trying to reassure him with her touch. He gazed at her, eyes dark. She couldn’t
tell what he was thinking, but it didn’t matter. She smiled, then shimmied down until she was between his legs, blanket crumpled under her ass.
    “What—” he began. She touched her tongue
to the tip of him and his words choked off. He tasted sweet. And hot. She
smiled against the soft skin then took him in, sucking on the head. He tasted a
bit like her. He was so large she couldn’t fit much of him inside her mouth.
Instead, she wrapped her hands around the shaft, leaning her weight on his
thighs. He trembled, hands going to her hair.
    “You don’t have to do this,” he said
softly.
    She pulled off with a pop, pleased when it
made him jerk. “I know.”
    His nostrils flared when she licked her
lips, and he groaned. She smiled, enjoying his reaction to her teasing, and
took him back in. His hips made tiny, abortive movements, and she appreciated
the control he exerted. Everything about him was controlled: his strength, his
intelligence, his interaction with others. She closed her eyes and sucked
harder, wanting to give him the pleasure she’d felt earlier. She traced her
tongue over the crown, flicking at his circumcision scar until he shuddered.
She kissed down the shaft, sucking tiny bites into the delicate skin. She
licked over his balls, urging his legs wider until she could explore down
behind them. He liked that, so she pressed a finger there while she sucked his
cock in again. When he tugged on her hair, lifting her up, she moaned a
protest.
    “Come here,” he said.
    She frowned at him, but let him draw her
up over his body. He kissed her deeply, wet and dirty, and she groaned. His
thigh wedged up between her legs and she ground down on him, clit swollen and
sensitive. The hair on his leg scraped over her labia perfectly.
    “Hang on,” he murmured, breaking the kiss.
He was breathing as heavily as her. She allowed herself a tiny flash of triumph
even as he urged her down to the floor. The thick throw in