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chest. He held her there for the longest time, until her trembling eased and her muscles went lax. Until she slowly became aware of the hardening length of him beneath her backside.
       He smelled like some exotic spice and she breathed in the delicious scent. She could feel the beat of his heart, and it comforted her that although he looked like an angel, he felt very much like an ordinary man.
       Her husband kissed her hair and it made her tremble, but not with fear this time. With something else, a wanting she couldn't quite define. His lips trailed kisses down to her brow and the heat of them, the tender soft feel of his mouth, made her bold. Cass leaned back her head and met his lips with her own.
       It happened again. Just like when he had kissed her in the abbey. She became aware of nothing but the feel of his mouth on hers, the texture of his tongue as he slipped inside her own welcoming warmth. The fire that spread from her breasts to her most private place. Time stopped and she didn't know how long he held her, tasting her, showing her the pleasure he could bring her.
       He shifted and she barely noticed, too intent on the feelings his kiss evoked. She moaned, the sound loud in the silence of their cocoon, and lifted her arms, curling them around his broad shoulders. She could feel the strength of his muscles beneath the silk of his skin, could tell he held that strength in check. For her.
       The realization emboldened her. Since the first time she had seen him, she'd longed to touch that silver-white hair. Her hands crept up to his neck and she buried her fingers in the silky softness of it. Fine as the strand of a spider's web, but so thick it created a heavy fall that reached the lower part of his back. Cass stroked it, resisting the urge to purr with utter delight.
       She didn't know when his hand had covered her breast. When the warmth of his palm finally penetrated her senses, she didn't start or tremble with fear. She moaned and pressed against his touch. His mouth slipped away from hers, traveled down her throat. He shifted her and pressed kisses along her collarbone, and then lower until she felt his mouth replace his hand, circling her nipple in some slow dance.
       Her fingers clenched in his hair when he drew her nipple into his mouth. She had never imagined such a thing. Couldn't have anticipated the jolt that went through her. As he drew on her bud again and again, her body responded with an answering ache of need. Cass squirmed with the want of it, not understanding what was happening to her but hoping he knew how to soothe it.
       He continued to hold her with one arm, arching her back, turning his attention to her other breast. It happened all over again and Cass moaned.
       Then he touched her thigh, spread his fingers wide, and smoothed his large hand down over her knee, then to her calf. Her attention strayed from his mouth for a moment. No one had ever touched her so intimately before and yet it seemed as natural as if he had always owned the right to her body.
       And then he stroked her other leg with the same rhythmic movements, came back to her thigh, and hesitated a moment. Cass unclenched her fingers from his hair, felt the tie that had held his battle braids away from his face come loose and fall forward. When he lifted his head the braids fell across her sensitized breasts, the strands of fine hair at the ends of them tickling her skin.
       His mouth again found hers. She eagerly opened for him, welcoming the raspy feel of his tongue, the salty-sweet taste of him. This time Cass pressed herself against him, tightening her hold around his neck, wanting him closer and yet feeling he still wasn't close enough.
       She felt his hand cover the triangle of hair between her legs. She would have flushed with embarrassment if she hadn't been so involved in learning how to kiss him properly. He stroked her mouth with his tongue in the same gentle movements