top and across the waistband of her trousers. They dangled from a ribbon braided into her thick black hair, and on bracelets and anklets. With every movement they tinkled musically. Over her flimsy garments were wrapped a multitude of colorful scarves, all of the same flimsy material. Just looking at her sent a jolt of desire through Devin's loins.
She looked downward almost shyly as she raised her arms above her head and began to click her fingers together, making a rhythmic metallic sound with tiny cymbals. Then her hips began to move in an undulating motion, setting up the jangle of the bells. She began to dance, her feet and hips moving rhythmically. She moved in a small space, swaying and writhing and twisting.
"Stirring, isn't she?" Leona whispered into his ear, her breath sending shivers through him. She took the edge of his ear between her teeth and worried at it gently. While the girl danced, Leona's hand slipped beneath the open sides of-his shirt and began to roam his chest, and the combination of the erotic sight and Leona's touch made the pulse begin to roar in his head.
The girl danced on, her hips pumping, breasts jiggling, setting all the tinny bells dancing, punctuated by the rhythmic clicking of the cymbals on her fingers. And Leona stroked him, her fingers teasing over his chest and stomach, then down over the cloth of his trousers. She let out a low, throaty laugh at the tumescence pressing against the fabric.
"Would you like more?" Leona breathed against his ear. "Perhaps you want to see her more clearly?" Raising up a little, she clapped once sharply.
The dark-haired dancer reached up, never stopping the movement of her hips, and detached one scarf. She let it fall, drifting slowly down over her legs to puddle at her feet. Slowly, as she twisted and turned, undulating to the rhythm of her cymbals, she undid the scarves one by one.
Devin watched her undress, his breath rasping in his throat, the heat rising in him, as Leona caressed him, her hand slipping beneath his trousers to wrap around him.
"Mmm," she murmured. "Still hard as you were as a lad. I like that." Her tongue flicked out and traced the whorls of his ear, sending a long shudder through him. "What does it matter if you take a wife when we will still have this? Who cares if some peasant from the colonies can claim to be your wife? Go to Darkwater once a year and bed her for an heir, then return to me...and all the pleasures you are used to."
"Leona..." Devin let out a laugh of disbelief and turned to look her in the face. "I cannot believe that even you—you are seducing me into asking another woman to marry me."
"I am asking you to make it possible for us to continue as we always have," Leona snapped back, her eyes flashing. "I told you Vesey is limiting me to a paltry allowance. If my lover, too, is without funds..."
His eyes narrowed. "Are you threatening to take another lover? He won't last long if I call him out."
"Don't be absurd. I would do what I had to. Because you refuse to do what you should."
"Dammit, Leona, if you dare..."
"I wouldn't replace you, darling. You would always have a place in my bed. I would simply have to give you less time."
"Christ! You talk like a whore." He pulled away from her, rising to his feet.
The dancing girl stopped and stepped back uncertainly, her eyes going up to Devin's suddenly stony face.
"Oh, Dev, stop acting like a spoiled child." Leona slipped off the bed, too, making a quick motion with her hand to the dancer to continue.
The woman began to dance again. Leona walked over to her and, as the girl slowly undulated, she slid her hand over the other girl's chest, now slick with perspiration, and unfastened another of the scarves. Leona looked up at Devin, her face challenging, her eyes lit sensually. "Come, Dev, my love, you know what I am. I have never pretended to be anything else."
As she talked, she caressed the other woman's body, setting scarf after scarf adrift, until the
She looked downward almost shyly as she raised her arms above her head and began to click her fingers together, making a rhythmic metallic sound with tiny cymbals. Then her hips began to move in an undulating motion, setting up the jangle of the bells. She began to dance, her feet and hips moving rhythmically. She moved in a small space, swaying and writhing and twisting.
"Stirring, isn't she?" Leona whispered into his ear, her breath sending shivers through him. She took the edge of his ear between her teeth and worried at it gently. While the girl danced, Leona's hand slipped beneath the open sides of-his shirt and began to roam his chest, and the combination of the erotic sight and Leona's touch made the pulse begin to roar in his head.
The girl danced on, her hips pumping, breasts jiggling, setting all the tinny bells dancing, punctuated by the rhythmic clicking of the cymbals on her fingers. And Leona stroked him, her fingers teasing over his chest and stomach, then down over the cloth of his trousers. She let out a low, throaty laugh at the tumescence pressing against the fabric.
"Would you like more?" Leona breathed against his ear. "Perhaps you want to see her more clearly?" Raising up a little, she clapped once sharply.
The dark-haired dancer reached up, never stopping the movement of her hips, and detached one scarf. She let it fall, drifting slowly down over her legs to puddle at her feet. Slowly, as she twisted and turned, undulating to the rhythm of her cymbals, she undid the scarves one by one.
Devin watched her undress, his breath rasping in his throat, the heat rising in him, as Leona caressed him, her hand slipping beneath his trousers to wrap around him.
"Mmm," she murmured. "Still hard as you were as a lad. I like that." Her tongue flicked out and traced the whorls of his ear, sending a long shudder through him. "What does it matter if you take a wife when we will still have this? Who cares if some peasant from the colonies can claim to be your wife? Go to Darkwater once a year and bed her for an heir, then return to me...and all the pleasures you are used to."
"Leona..." Devin let out a laugh of disbelief and turned to look her in the face. "I cannot believe that even you—you are seducing me into asking another woman to marry me."
"I am asking you to make it possible for us to continue as we always have," Leona snapped back, her eyes flashing. "I told you Vesey is limiting me to a paltry allowance. If my lover, too, is without funds..."
His eyes narrowed. "Are you threatening to take another lover? He won't last long if I call him out."
"Don't be absurd. I would do what I had to. Because you refuse to do what you should."
"Dammit, Leona, if you dare..."
"I wouldn't replace you, darling. You would always have a place in my bed. I would simply have to give you less time."
"Christ! You talk like a whore." He pulled away from her, rising to his feet.
The dancing girl stopped and stepped back uncertainly, her eyes going up to Devin's suddenly stony face.
"Oh, Dev, stop acting like a spoiled child." Leona slipped off the bed, too, making a quick motion with her hand to the dancer to continue.
The woman began to dance again. Leona walked over to her and, as the girl slowly undulated, she slid her hand over the other girl's chest, now slick with perspiration, and unfastened another of the scarves. Leona looked up at Devin, her face challenging, her eyes lit sensually. "Come, Dev, my love, you know what I am. I have never pretended to be anything else."
As she talked, she caressed the other woman's body, setting scarf after scarf adrift, until the
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