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had spent many an hour learning about taste, touch, and feel. Her mother, a wary one and more keen to Shoraya’s insistent nature than her father, had made sure that Shoraya had plenty of the maiden’s clay to prevent birth the moment she reached maturity.
    Also no stranger to a male’s musculature, their sensitive spots and hardened ones, Shoraya had studied them as if they were an unknown ore, to find out their properties, their weaknesses…and their benefits. Some were beautiful, some were strong, and others rigid, but all were soft when the right techniques were applied. Just like the skin and bones of the mountain, they required the right amount of heat and molding.
    No two males were alike, and though the number might have been many, none of Shoraya’s encounters were anything other than education. Mainly hers. There was no one who stood out, because there were few who understood her nature. While women of the Deipma were encouraged to be strong, they were also required to be malleable to some extent, to fold into their mate’s will and desires.
    Such an endeavor would have been fine, if it hadn’t threatened an end to her studies. Home, hearth, and mining would have taken too much time away from her true loves.
    Still, she understood why arms were wrapped around her, a man’s firm jaw pressed against her breast, and most certainly why the hardness of Gavenas’s sex was prodding her thigh. She welcomed the faeyanin’s proximity as a salve to her weakened frame and took solace in the bars of his grip. He was asleep, but his hold was no less sure for lack of consciousness. She couldn’t help but wonder if he had intended to take her in his arms or if he had been drawn to her by some phantom in his dreams. In the end, she decided it didn’t matter.
    He had taken care of her, and if it was comfort that he needed, Shoraya was more than willing to oblige. He had witnessed her at her most vulnerable and tended—no, cared for her like none other in her memory.
    Perhaps her mother had been attentive, washing her from head to toe, covering her body in oils with gentle massaging hands. Surely her mother had spoon-fed her or daubed her lips, but Shoraya couldn’t remember. Gavenas’s attention, however, found the true vulnerability within Shoraya’s shell.
    He may have been clinging to her, but Shoraya recalled many moments when it had been she who was in need, and every time had been in his care.
    Compelled and curious, she raised a hand to thick strands of gold, green, and brown, stroking her fingers through silken locks. With each second, her wonder over the taste of his lips, just discernable treats in the dim light of the den, grew. Her interest in what his bare skin might feel like beneath the layer of his robe increased. She dared even to imagine how his sex would feel, so big and eager as it penetrated her body, and she sighed at her own imagination.
    Gavenas stirred, his hand drifting down to cup her buttocks, to bring her flush against his erection. The intimate contact was followed by an exhale and a word expelled from his lips like a sigh of relief. “Shoraya.”
    The shock of hearing her name upon his lips was a short-lived thing as he raised his head beneath her palm.
    His eyes were still closed, the pupils shifting beneath his pale lids as if enraptured by dreams…of her?
    “Shoraya,” he murmured again.
    She considered leaving him to his fantasy, but with his lips now just before her, confirmation of his desire, Shoraya was emboldened. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. Her intent had been only to steal a sample of the smooth, soft contours and taste, but the flavor of his skin was addictive, warm and as sweet as honey. She ran her tongue along the seam of his lips, where the heat of his breath seeped through, a silent plea for more, and found her wish swiftly granted.
    Shoraya had no opportunity to withdraw or feign innocence as Gavenas canted his head and reminded her exactly what a