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her vagina. “Jesus,” he hissed, prodding higher.
    “Wyndham!” Orèlan careened, and he could feel
her tight sheath dragging at his finger, as he pressed higher . . .
higher. “ Oh , dios-dios, amour!” she cried. Wyndham suddenly
stilled his movements with an overwhelming surprise. A barrier? A
maidenhead? “ Oh dios, Wyndham! Do not stop, amour!” she
cried, writhing over his hand and fingers, which had stilled.
    Wyndham shook himself from his shock and
wretched away from Orèlan, who crumpled to the floor with her back
pressed to the wall. “How could you be a widow? . . . How? ”
he demanded angrily.
    But Orèlan only moaned, cupping her sex and
looking up at him with anguished passion in her golden eyes.
Damnation, she'd been nearly at the brink, he thought raggedly, as
he dropped down clumsily, because of his bad knee beside her.
    “Wyndham, what do you do to me?” she
whimpered with an anguished and confused voice.
    “I make love to you,” he growled, roughly
stripping the jacket down to her elbows at the same time turning
her body to press her down onto the floor. He spread kisses over
her heaving breasts, and then he moved down her delicate rib cage,
to linger over her belly button.
    “Wyndham,” Orèlan moaned, rising against him
with her hands clutching in his hair.
    He moved lower drawing his tongue along her
pelvic bone, tasting salt and light perspiration, feeling the
warmth and creaminess. “Open your legs for me,” he commanded. It
was awkward with his bad knee, but he managed with his leg braced
straight behind him as Orèlan’s thighs spread open to his command.
Then he licked the musk and heat of her tender rosy flesh that was
moist peach nectar on his tongue.
    “ Oh dios, Wyndham!” Orèlan cried, as
her legs splayed passionately wider and he lifted her quaking
thighs up over his broad shoulders, while she clutched his hair.
“More, my puma!” she pleaded, breathless. She was all heat and all
woman, she was abandon, wild, and invincible with incredibly
passionate responses as he rapidly tongued her dripping peach. His
lips closed tight around the moist and swollen ruby of her
protruding clit, making she screamed ardently. Then he rolled the
hot throbbing bud around by the tightened edge of his lips.
    “ Ah-ah . Dios! W-Wyndham!”
    He held her gyrating hips down against the
floor with his strength, so he could keep his mouth seated over the
scorching inner recesses of her yielding pussy, while her legs
arched over his back in complete surrender. It was then that he
suckled her clit, up over the flatness of his tongue.
    “Wyndham!Wyndham!Wyndham! Madre dios!”
    Orèlan’s thighs quaked over his shoulders,
while her buttocks flexed tensely in his large hands and he felt
her clitoris throb against his tongue. She squealed and rippled
beneath him like passionate-hot-addicting-love. Her climax was
possessive as his mind peeled a litany of ownership.
    She was his . . . his . . . his.

    Chapter Five

    Christ, he was turgid. He was so
stiffly engorged it was painful, and he shook his head of
yellow-gold hair, trying to regain control of his impassioned
senses. Orèlan had experienced the little faint, but she was waking
now and stretching sinuously beneath his muscular frame.
    “Don’t move,” he ordered, growling through
his clenched teeth.
    “Wyndham, what is it?” she exclaimed softly,
while damn her, she rocked her hips, bringing her soft hands up to
his tense jaw, expressively concerned, while succeeding only in
plying her young and firmly pillowed bare breasts against his naked
chest. Christ, she was quick silver, changing her moods in
an instant and her bare flesh moving against his body, raped his
senses. Her tumid nipples ravaged sensations across the expanded
muscles of his chest, while her small soft hands tried to sooth his
tense jaw.
    “A man cannot do what I just did without
consequences, Spitfire,” he answered through his clenched teeth. If
only he could force his