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earlobe with her teeth, eliciting a gasp of pain and pleasure. Then she slowly laved the shell of his ear with her warm tongue.
    “Minx,” he rumbled as his hands slipped to her hips.
    He grasped her and thrust forward with his own hips, hoping to alleviate the painful pressure that was building there. Akna moaned, cursing the many layers of fabric between them. She felt desire spike between her thighs, hot and furious. It was torture to just barely feel the heat of his body through the thick material of their clothing.
    John felt much the same way.
    With a practiced hand, he began to loosen the stays of her corset. With a grunt, he jerked downward at her collar, and her pert breasts spilled free of her stiff bodice. He wrapped her tightly in his arms, his skilled hands pulling the bodice open and pushing it down to hang at her waist. Akna immediately felt the cool rush of air on her bare skin, and instinctively burrowed deeper into his broad chest. His arms tightened around her waist. The scratchy wool of his jacket chafed at her erect nipples, and the buttons on his coat were like cold stones against her heated flesh. She felt him slide his rough palms up her sides, and she gasped with delight when he cupped a breast with one large hand. As he lowered his mouth to hers once more, he began to knead the sensitive mound. She cried out when he took the tip of her breast between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it like a pebble.
    But when he pulled away suddenly, she glared at him in dismay. His heated eyes dropped from her flushed face to her exposed chest, and he stared unabashedly.
    “Do you not like what you see?” Akna said, embarrassment flooding her face as he continued to gaze upon her form.
    “Oh, quite the contrary,” John said, looking up to meet her eyes with his own lusty stare. “You are quite the beauty to behold.”
    With a sweep of his arm, he guided her deeper into the corridor’s alcove. He effortlessly lifted her so that her bottom was perched on the edge of a stone window seat. With a feather-light touch, he trailed his fingertips from the underside of her chin to her navel. Then he slipped his hands under the hem of her voluminous skirts and slid his palms up her legs. She grabbed at his shoulders to keep from falling and buried her face in his neck to hide her gasp of pleasure. His calloused hands grasped the undersides of each of her knees to pull her thighs apart so that he could fit his hips between them. His deft fingers traced a sensual pattern against the back of her thighs, and she could not stop from groaning against the light stubble under his chin. He rotated his hips against her centre
just so
, and Akna felt the full strength and size of his pulsing desire.
    And in that moment she wanted nothing more than to be rid of their fancy, useless clothing. She wanted to see him free of his woollen jacket and silken shirt. She wanted to see his muscled torso, to trail her eyes down his chiselled abdomen, to feast her eyes on his straining manhood and corded thighs. She wanted to run her hands over his pale skin and feel the power thrumming through his veins. And then she wanted him on top of her, his hips nestled between her thighs. She longed for him to fill her aching need, to see him dripping sweat onto her bare breasts as he pounded his passion into her body.
    And when she met his eyes, he saw it, too. His hand went to the buttons of his trousers. Her hand followed his to help him free.
    And then they heard the footsteps.
    Cursing, they jumped apart, hurriedly straightening their clothes and smoothing their hair. John quickly spun her around as she lifted her bodice, his fingers nimbly pulling her stays closed as best he could. Akna collapsed onto the stone bench, a hand over her heaving bosom and the other fanning her face. John stepped back to lean against the opposing wall, a hand thrust in his pocket and a look of bored apathy dropping over his face.
    It was just in time, too, as a pair