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his erection evidence of his intentions.
    Her answer came without hesitation. “I would say yes.”

Chapter Six
    Elowyn trembled. This was by far the most erotic thing she’d ever done, the most decadent, the most exposed, the most everything . It had not escaped her that Horace could come through the door at any moment and discover them.
    She could hardly think about that when all her senses were coalesced around Grahame—around the press of his phallus, long and ready against her buttocks, the warmth of his hand at the back of her neck, pushing her forward onto the sideboard until he had her positioned for him.
    Grahame was the center of her world now. He had her skirts up and she shivered at the delicious decadence of cool air on private skin. She felt him shift behind her, heard the rustle and slide of his own clothes as he took himself in hand. Elowyn braced her weight with her arms. When penetration came it would be swift and fierce. She was ready for it.
    His phallus was hot and naked behind her, brushing against the cleft of her bare bottom but it was his hand that cupped her, his fingers that entered her. “Are you ready for me?” His voice was harsh with desire at her ear.
    “So ready.” Her desire matched his in breathlessness. She moved on his fingers, hardly able to keep herself from doing anything else. His fingers withdrew and pressed against the skin hiding her pearl until she thought she’d scream from the exquisite touch. She squirmed and he held her, one strong hand on her neck, holding her down, her cheek flat against the cool wood of the sideboard. He came into her then, swift and sure, his phallus sliding into her depths until she was certain it touched the very edges of her womb.
    She gasped. This was a fantasy come to life, this man deep-seated in her, her body flowing around his. She could feel her own heat, her own slickness as he started to move—back and forth, back and forth. She was a wanton, indeed, to enjoy such feral sex, but enjoy it, she did. She could hear Grahame with his rough love words at her ear as he rocked into her. “You’re so wet, so tight, your cunny is sweet heaven.” He nuzzled her neck with his mouth. His hair had come loose, tickling the bare skin of her shoulder, soft and loose, an antidote to the coarse hair that pressed against her bottom.
    “Scream for me, Elowyn,” he urged in a rasp, evidence that his release was nearly upon him. “Go ahead, no one will hear, they’re too busy with their own fun.”
    He surged into her, hard and insistent, his thrusts becoming shorter, faster and stronger. She had no choice but to give over to the pleasure they elicited. She was vaguely aware her own arms had failed, that he was holding her up, as the threshold of her climax approached and she let herself go, crossing over into the shattering oblivion of desire replete. She did scream then, in joy, in release, in freedom. She soared with new wings in those moments, but not alone. Grahame was with her, his groan primal and rapturous as his body tensed and pulsed with hers.
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    How long had it been since a climax had taken him so thoroughly? Grahame bent over the basin in his room and splashed another round of cold water on his face, trying to cool down his heated body. Even now, everything seemed surreal, existing in fragmented scenes in his mind. He’d helped Elowyn restore herself; he’d escorted her upstairs. He’d done all the things protocol demanded in such situations and yet the sharp edge of clarity that accompanied his release had not ebbed.
    He searched for reasons. Perhaps it was the spontaneity or the potential publicity of the act which had worked so strongly upon his senses? But that theory was full of holes. He’d had public encounters several times and never had the edge lasted like this. Spontaneity, too, was something to which he was all too well accustomed.
    There were other explanations he could put forward. Maybe it was the novelty of having