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dream.
    “Atty, w-what are you doing?”
    Instead of answering, she moved closer, lifting his shirt. Dipping her head, she ran her tongue over his male nipple, lingering over the tight bud to tease it. Her hot, wet mouth sent waves of heat under his skin, and he could feel the tightness growing in his groin. The effect was a jolt of hard desire that nearly popped the buttons off his pants. To make matters worse, he felt her hand insinuate itself inside the front of his pants until her fingertips found the root of his erection. Playfully, she teased it with her short nails, tugging and twirling the hairs.
    “I’m sweaty, Atty. I need a bath.”
    “You need me more,” she breathed throatily.
    Unconsciously, he threaded his fingers through her hair. He reached for her, when he remembered and drew his head back. “Liam—”
    “Gave us his blessing.” She smiled seductively. “I’m tired of waiting, beloved. Come.” She withdrew her hand from his pants to grab two fistfuls of his chest hairs and gave them a slight tug. Yulen could feel his hard-on prodding into her stomach.
    “M-Mattox?”
    “Is with Tory. We haven’t much time, Yul.”
    She lifted the shirt over his head, and pressed herself against him. No longer able to contain the desire scorching him, Yulen lowered his head and took her open, willing mouth. He plunged his tongue into her, tasting, devouring, accepting her like a starving man before a feast.
    His hands touched her, rubbed her, spreading their calloused heat over her pliant skin. Her heavy breasts filled his palms. The slightest flick of his thumbs over the swollen nipples made her jerk away in pain.
    “Forgive me,” he murmured, reluctantly pulling his hands away.
    “Don’t apologize. I love the way you touch me.” Her own hands had been stroking his growing length through the pants material, fingernails teasing through the slits between the buttons. As she unbuckled his weapons belt, she dropped it by the door and kicked it out of the way.
    Without thinking, Yulen lifted her into his arms, surprising them both. This was the first time he had attempted to carry her since his injuries had healed. They looked at each other and laughed, and Yulen took her over by the fire where he lowered her to the rug before the hearth. Together they managed to unbutton his pants and remove his boots, peeling off the rest of his clothing in a frenzied rush.
    Body met body in a soul-searing embrace. Before either of them were aware of how or when, Yulen found himself delving deep within Atty’s tight vestibule where her muscles were already rocking him into oblivion. He pulled out, then pressed back into her warmth, groaning from the sheer pleasure it gave, when he realized he was able to encase his entire length within her. For the first time, his balls met her cream-coated lower lips, and he gasped at the intense pleasure. The feel of her hot wetness milking the whole of him was a joy that threw all of his other senses into override.
    “God...Atrilan.” He tried to speak, tried to tell her how he was feeling, but it had been so long since they had made love. His brain had turned to mush as his body urged him into the primal dance of creation.
    She was nipping him lightly on his neck and shoulder, her hands clutching his hips, pressing on them, pulling and tugging, wanting him to go faster as soft, impatient noises came from her throat. Deeper. She wanted him deeper. She wanted more of him, as much as she could take of him. She would let him know if he hurt her, and that knowledge gave him the freedom to take her fully. Completely. Repeatedly.
    Burying his hands in her hair, supported by his elbows and knees, Yulen began plunging into her as he felt himself pulsing, growing closer to the edge. Knowing they were free of the last restrictions, he bent over Atty and pressed his face against hers as she lifted her legs to accept all of him.
    Each stroke was an affirmation of their love and desire. Every