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closed my eyes and just stood there, not quite swaying.
    Gentle fingers touched the bruises Colby marked me with. “I’m so sorry he treated you this way.” She kissed me on the lips again, and then rained kisses down my neck. “I’ll never hurt you,” she breathed softly into my ear. “You’re not a slut,” she murmured between kisses. “What you are is beautiful.”
    She kissed her way down my body, lingering at each breast as if she could kiss away the marks. She kissed my navel, and then stood, and dropped her robe. She was already naked, and so beautiful—soft and curvy everywhere. She took my hand and blew out the candle, leading me to my bed.
    She wrapped herself around me again, and now it was definitely getting warm in here. I nuzzled my face in her silky hair, and smelled the sweet scent of gardenia, warm now in ways that had nothing to do with mead or shared body heat.
    Our breasts were pressed together, warm and soft, and my nipples hardened into little peaks. I hoped she couldn’t feel me blushing in the dark. My cheeks were flaming when I kissed her again, taking my time to savor every moment. I tasted her lips with my tongue, and then kissed her deeper and wetter. Her hands stroked my butt, caressing me gently. We spent forever just kissing and learning the secrets of each other’s lips. She tasted so sweet—like wine and cake and Kat.
    I shyly cupped her cheeks, pulling her closer, and marveling at the sweet perfection of her curves. The dark was velvet and all I could do was feel. The kisses were slower and deeper and I could barely breathe with the electric tingling running through my body. All I knew were the little nipping kisses running down my neck, and then her lips around my nipple. I was drenched with desire as the lightning bolt shot from my nipple to my clit. I moaned loud, and the boys could probably hear me, but I didn’t care. “Oh god, Kat. Please don’t stop.”
    She kissed me again, nuzzling my neck, and I shyly cupped her breast. Her nipple was pebble hard in my palm. Why didn’t I know she had such lovely breasts? I explored her curves and felt goose bumps break out on her bare skin.
    We were on our sides, breast-to-breast and face-to-face. She kissed me again, swallowing the little sounds I couldn’t help making. Our bodies were one, breathing in the same rhythm. Our legs were entwined and we never stopped kissing. I felt her hand between us, caressing my belly, moving ever lower until she made me jump. She held me as I writhed against her delicate fingers. They stroked and teased, never stopping, until the orgasm broke over me like waves. I wasn’t quiet as I came again and again at her touch.
    She held me as I caught my breath. Taking my hand, she pressed it against her own wetness. I explored her soft outer lips at first before stroking her clit, aroused at her soft moans. I slid one finger inside of her, followed by another, marveling as her body pulsed at my touch. I rolled her onto her back, and knelt between her legs. She held still, scarcely breathing, and let me explore.
    I kissed each sensitive nipple before licking a path down her body. She made a small motion as I lay there, so close. I kissed her first, gently, just above those lips. I kissed her again, this time tasting her slick desire. She caught her breath at the first touch of my tongue, her body rising to meet me. I held her tight, just licking at first. I suckled her clit until her body clenched around my fingers, and she screamed deep in her throat. She nearly threw me off with the strength of her orgasm, but I held her and loved on her until she finally pushed me away.
    Still breathing hard, she pulled me up next to her. She stopped me from wiping my face and kissed me deeply, her taste on both of our lips. She pulled a blanket over us, and kissed me again. “Sweet, sweet Olivia. I don’t fuck. I make love.” She kissed me over and over. “I love you, Olivia.”
    I kissed her back, still shivery