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real kiss should be!
    His lips took upon hers like a whirlwind, his tongue laying claim to the tender flesh of her mouth with firm intensity. She gasped at his possessiveness as he pressed between her lips to demand that her tongue dance and yield to him.
    While her strength was compromised, her will was bold enough to not only bear his hunger but to duel with it. Just as he moved against her, seeking to own the hot, wet depths of her mouth, she demanded his in turn. The need for breathing was cast aside just as surely as inhibitions as she felt his hand gather a fistful of her shift and yank it upward.
    Shoraya moaned into the cavern of Gavenas’s mouth at the contact of his hand upon her bare flesh and immediately desired to have the same. She took the fabric of his robe and pulled it upward, filling her palm with the smooth, taut muscle of his ass cheek.
    She lost the contact of his lips as he jolted against her, drew back from her suddenly. His eyes were wide open and pupils shimmering back at her as flashing silvery discs. Even in darkness, she could see the surprise on his face, feel his touch lighten against her.
    “You were calling my name,” she explained to him.
    He exhaled low and shaky. He was trembling all over but made no move to release her. “I, um…I did not mean… I apologize.”
    Shoraya resumed stroking his ass, memorizing dimples, clefts, and curves. “You don’t have to.”
    Gavenas dropped his chin, eyes cast downwards. He didn’t need to say a word, but the war he waged was loud. A twitch of his hips, still flush against hers, was all Shoraya really needed to hear.
    She brought her hand around to wedge between their bodies to seek out his cock. Taking his searing width into her palm, she eased her hand along the shaft, pulling the moisture from the top to the silken-haired base. “You need this,” she said, stating the obvious as he pressed forward in her grip. “You want it?”
    Gavenas leaned into her, hiding his face in the curve of her neck as he panted hotly. “I…I am not well.”
    He was feverish, yet moving harder, surer. Shoraya felt his fingers as they snaked around her hip to discover the mound of her sex. One of his incredibly soft, long fingers pressed below, beneath the hood that protected her clitoris. As he began to massage her center, Shoraya shuddered. “Neither am I.”
    His touch was a simmering burn that both soothed and aroused her. Far better than any salve or elixir, his caress repaired the parts of her that were weak not from any poison but from neglect. What Gavenas gave to her was no simple fuck in a rush to sate an itch but a precise, circling sort of bliss.
    The pad of his finger moved in time with the steady pumping of Shoraya’s fist. Her reward to him and her answer to the quickening thrust of his hips and the steady leaking from his shaft, easing the glide of her palm.
    Mutual stimulation, slow and yet firm, seemed to benefit them both as seconds turned into minutes.
    Having his body against hers, their thighs and chests touching as he echoed the same riveting jolts as her own form, was the pinnacle of magic, and although she possessed none, Shoraya was certain it was her stirring him to wild moans, hitched breaths, and smoldering heat, just as sure as she was of the tension in her inner thighs.
    She felt as if she were going to explode. She wanted to, but only when his seed erupted, hot and silken over the top of her hand and upon her belly, did Shoraya break. It was as if they were tied together.
    Shoraya had never experienced anything like the ease of being with Gavenas, nor the deep, restful sleep that she welcomed seconds after his breathing evened back into slumber.

Chapter Six
    Gavenas hadn’t expected to feel so light and rejuvenated. The last thing he wanted was to unfurl himself from Shoraya’s arms and had spent long moments contemplating reasons why leaving the bed was even necessary. Reveling in her scent, in the warmth of her skin,