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for me often.”
    She blinked and nodded, clearly baffled by why he should want such behavior. She was still bemused when he glided his fingers over her throat, across her shoulders, and down her arms. Silken smooth, soft warmth under the skin. Strong muscle and bone from working Ross’s claim. More exquisite than a dream.
    His woman. For three months, his faerie queen would welcome only him. It had to be long enough.
    He drew her hands up to his mouth and kissed them, fondling her fingers. “Pleasure me with these hands, Viola.” His voice lingered over her name. “Ease me with your mouth before we leave.”
    “What?” she squeaked.
    “Bring me to completion in your mouth, Viola.”
    “I don’t know how,” she whispered.
    His blood raced with surprise, then hunger. By all the saints, he’d be the first to fill her mouth…
    She blushed scarlet, in vivid contrast to her proper white collar, as she stared at him.
    Easy now, boyo, don’t frighten the innocent lady. He calmed his face and gentled his voice. “You’ll find it easy enough to do, sweetheart. And I’ll teach you everything you need to know.”
    “Very well.” She swallowed hard, her pulse galloping in her throat. He kissed her trembling fingers before releasing them, then settled back into the big swivel chair.
    “You can start by touching me. You’ll need to undress me, too, at least somewhat.”
    “Of course.” She came to him hesitantly, her eyes enormous. Had her fool husband mistreated her? Surely not. She hadn’t seemed afraid during their negotiations. And she couldn’t be untouched; she’d bargained too directly, unlike a skittish virgin. Besides, her husband must have taught her something during five years of marriage.
    He trembled when she lightly touched his shoulders, and closed his eyes. She froze. Bloody hell, she didn’t even know how to touch a man. He truly would have to guide her.
    William took a deep breath, then another, easing his body’s harsh urgency until he could take command. “Open my shirt, Viola. Bare skin to bare skin there first.”
    She carefully unbuttoned it and the soft white undervest below. Then she set her palm against him, brushing it lightly against his chest hair. She circled his nipple gently, then rubbed it.
    If she was as ignorant as she seemed of men’s pleasure, then she surely had a natural talent for building it, given a few hints.
    “Oh yes, sweetheart.” William kept his voice steady with an effort. “Kiss it for me. Use all of your mouth. Lips, tongue, teeth.”
    She nuzzled his nipple gently, awkwardly. Hesitated for a moment, until he nearly ordered her to get on with it, then she kissed it. Heaven on earth promptly appeared to him.
    He groaned quietly at her lips’ suppleness, so soon withdrawn from him. He needed more.
    “Tongue and teeth, too, sweetheart.” He’d build her obedience now, in little things that didn’t threaten her.
    She obeyed cautiously. The tentative damp flick set a fiery bolt lancing through his chest. Somehow he managed to stay silent, fighting for control of himself.
    Her tongue circled his other nipple before she sucked. He growled, restlessly circling his hips against the chair. “Continue, but do so as you proceed down my chest and stomach, sweetheart.”
    He was ruefully proud of how steady his voice sounded. A master, especially one as well trained as he, shouldn’t want to howl over a few minutes’ clumsy licking by a beautiful woman, no matter how often he’d dreamed of her. He distantly wondered what condition his brain would be in when his cockhead first felt her lips.
    Viola nuzzled and licked the line of hair down his stomach, opening his shirt wider. He rewarded her with growls and shudders as she learned him, using his voice to lead her. “Ah yes, sweetheart. Very good. Linger a bit longer there. That’s my girl.”
    She did so, sending a long shudder of delight through his gut and up his spine. His jaw clenched against the need to