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against her mound. She lifted her hips to increase the pressure.
    “Thanks be to Freya. You are wet and ready.” He nudged her legs apart.
    Her eyelids flew up and she froze at the blaze in eyes that held not a hint of blue.
    “Take your pleasure, Étaín. Watch me give you the stars.”
    She had to obey him and fixed her gaze on the lascivious sight of his bronzed thumb grazing back and forth over her reddened nubbin, the pearl Margie had described earlier. Her breath came in sharp pants. “Faster.”
    “Nay. First this.”
    He inserted his middle finger into her sheath.
    She levered off the bed.
    His finger stretched her, and his thumb continued the sweet, slow dragging over her secret woman’s flesh. ’Twas incredible. She was on fire from inside and ready to explode. He pinched her there, and she shattered. Her sheath clamped and released around his finger. Again and again, the contractions burst through her. The sweet ecstasy continued until spent, she collapsed into a boneless heap.
    He rolled on top of her.
    She clung to him, her fingers slipping on the dampness coating his back.
    His mouth took hers. He nipped her lip, she mewled her pleasure, and he thrust his tongue inside. The staggering carnality shocked and intoxicated her senses.
    He lifted her hips and drove his pecker into her sheath.
    Pain, sharp and piercing, tore through her.
    She beat fists on his chest and tried to tear her mouth away from his.
    He held her fast and sipped softly at her lips. “’Twill ease. I swear. Kiss me back. ’Twill distract you.”
    She opened her eyes and found him inspecting her with a predator’s intensity.
    “Touch your lips to mine.”
    The stinging in her woman parts eased a tad. She began to breathe again.
    “Like this,” he coaxed and swept his lips in agonizing slowness across hers.
    Her sheath no longer felt as if cleaved into two.
    She trusted him to care for her and gave him a watery smile. This close, his breath fanned her cheeks and his scent once again had her sotted.
    Étaín gripped his shoulder and pressed her mouth against his. Remembering his soft sipping, she mimicked the caress, and when he growled, grew emboldened.
    She looped her arms around his neck and trailed her fingers over the deep grooves of the muscles of his upper back. Before her courage failed, she outlined his mouth with her tongue.
    His palms framed her face, he slanted her head to one side, and commanded the kiss. He ate at her without mercy, left no cavern, no niche, no tooth unexplored. ’Twas the paradise she had dreamed of these long months.
    When he withdrew his prick from her womanhood, she dug her nails into his flesh.
    “Odin have mercy.” His whisper tickled her lips.
    “Oh!” she yelped when he drove back into her.
    “Wrap your legs around me,” he muttered, his voice hoarse.
    She complied. His stiff pecker retreated and then plunged deep. His stones banged her sensitive folds. His groin jammed her pearl. She quivered from prickling scalp to curled toes. Excruciating anticipation coursed through her blood.
    Her eyes widened in amazement. ’Twas starting anew. That wondrous flood of stabbing desire that had her nipples taut and aching, and her woman’s pearl throbbed to the point of pain.
    He moved faster, pounding into her, his fingers biting into her waist.
    She lifted to meet him once, twice, and then became oblivious to anything but the way he hammered into her. He slapped against her nub, slipped his hand underneath her bottom, and on his next thrust, she fractured.
    Her sheath fisted him, sucking at his thickness. He withdrew, and her walls squeezed him like a vise. His pecker stabbed a sensitive bundle of flesh deep inside her channel. Vibrations strummed through her.
    “Together, wife,” he rasped, reached between them, and tweaked her pearl.
    She surrendered to the waves of ecstasy, no longer able to do aught but lock her ankles in the small of his back and hang on for the ride.
    He roared. The sound