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ripple of her stomach muscles again, feeling
the answering ripple in his own gut. He was more than ready, but he didn’t want
it to be over. Not quite yet.
    He traced the shape of her with the tip of his tongue, tasting
the bittersweet essence of her, teasing his way in a little deeper, flicking
over the hardening bud. He dipped his finger into her, just enough to sense the
contraction, to imagine how it would feel tightening around his shaft.
    Errin bucked under him. Not yet , she thought, not yet , but Richard resumed his tender assault on her,
with his tongue, his fingers, tantalisingly lightly, sending sparks coursing
through her blood, running white heat through her, coiling hot and hotter deep
inside her. ‘Now,’ she said hoarsely. He licked again, did something with his
tongue and fingers, plunging and circling at the same time, and her insides
twisted sharply, her climax centred like a molten wild thing that had suddenly
found its shape, sharp and glinting on the edge of something. ‘ Oh God , oh God , oh God . ’
    The sense that he had been the first to ever induce this state
of abandon in her Richard found wildly erotic. His lips sank into the sweet, wet
edges of her as she surrendered herself to pleasure, coming against him with a
fierceness that tested his control to the absolute limit.
    She felt herself unravelling. Exposed, shattered by the
intensity of her climax, lost in pleasure as it drummed and rippled and surged
again, higher and sharper, pushing her irrevocably over the edge, so that she
was nothing and everything, reduced to pure elements of sensation.
    But it still wasn’t enough, for as soon as the pulses began to
ease their thrumming, she sought him blindly, her hands on his shoulders,
levering herself up so that she could kiss him. Errin ran her fingers down his
back. The muscles were tense. Knotted. She felt the delightful nudge of his
erection at the apex of her thighs, and sensed a corresponding melting inside
her.
    ‘Now you,’ she said, surprising him by rolling over, pushing
him flat onto his back, reversing their positions so that she could cup him. She
leaned over to touch her tongue to his shaft.
    ‘Stop, not yet. Wait,’ he said, his voice harsh with
passion.
    Errin looked up and smiled at him, a slow, assured, devastating
smile that almost sent him over the edge, for her pleasure in his pleasure was
writ large on her flushed countenance, in the golden depths of those hazel eyes,
in the tight buds of her nipples, the blush of her climax tinging her pale skin.
‘No,’ she said, and took him in her mouth again.
    Delicate and soft her mouth was, like warm liquid honey,
unbelievably arousing. She nibbled and then she licked, and then her mouth
enveloped him. He pushed back the fall of her hair so that he could watch her,
feeling the thickening of his shaft as he did so. He tugged at her shoulders and
she released him, her nipples brushing his chest, and kissed him hard as she
mounted him, sheathing him slowly, slowly, unbearably slowly, until he was
enclosed, and she sat up and pulsed her muscles around him, closing her own eyes
in ecstasy.
    ‘Now,’ Errin said, clenching herself around the silken weapon,
relishing the inevitable, unstoppable shivering of her impending climax as she
moved, a tiny shift, and that was all it took. She came again, the strength of
her orgasm triggering a new urgency in him. Richard flipped her over onto her
back and thrust powerfully and repeatedly, coming inside her with an intensity
to match her own.

Chapter Three
    The slow descent into morbidity to which he had become
accustomed didn’t materialise. It didn’t even register. Richard lay naked on the
floor of his own library with a woman who wouldn’t be born for nearly two
hundred years and felt as if he had been rejuvenated. ‘Wow,’ he said, using
Errin’s own word and grinning at the strangeness of it. ‘Wow. Did I get that
right?’
    ‘You got everything right,’ Errin replied with a