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would have cuffed her. Clearly she was prepared for that but she was still proud. But not arrogant.
    She bore her warrior’s scars with dignity, a puckered mark in her shoulder where an arrow had pierced, a slash across one perfectly rounded breast, another across her belly, two on one calf, another on her thigh. And she was beautiful…
    Scars and all, her body was magnificent in the flickering lamplight, her breasts high and full, firm, her stomach taut. Her hips were curved but tightly muscled, her legs shapely but strong. Even the curls between her thighs were golden, a darker gold than her hair. Incredible.
    His body tightened in response to the sight of her in all her naked glory.
    Khai reached out a hand to touch her, to brush across the fullness of her, the ripe curve of a breast.
    Looping the chain of her shackles on an empty lamp hook on the tent post he explored freely, running his hands over her body. Bound and helpless she could do nothing but watch, her gaze locked on his as he cupped her full breasts to feel the firm weight of them in his hands, as he combed the fingers of one hand through the tight dark gold curls between her thighs to find dampness there.
    Her expression softened and her lips parted as she responded to his touch with a quiver, her nipples tightening into hard nubs that had little to do with the marginally cooler air that wafted over her nakedness.
    With her hands trapped above her, she couldn’t prevent his touch, and it was clear she didn’t want to. The more his hands explored her, the more feverish her body became, the stronger her need became. It was there in each quiver, each tremble of her frame.
    Sliding his hands over her, Khai learned the curves and planes of her, the arched vault of her ribs, the flat, taut belly, as his mouth sought hers once again. He heard her sigh, and her lips parted beneath his, to allow the invasion of his tongue. Hers dueled with his, stoking his lust. His lips traveled down the column of her golden throat, to linger at the curve of her shoulder as she gasped. He brushed his mouth along her collarbone and down across the smooth, sun-touched skin of her chest to her breast. He looked up to watch her eyelids flutter while her body quivered to his touch as he teased her. His exploring hands found her damp.
    A quick flip of the chains freed them from the hook. Relief rushed through Eres, she didn’t thing she could have born that sweet torment for much long.
    Curling one hand around her head he guided her down to the sleeping pillows and rugs on the floor of his tent as his other hand slipped between her thighs.
    When his hot, wet mouth closed around her nipple, Eres thought she couldn’t grow more heated, until his finger pierced her most intimate place and all thought fled. She’d been wrong, heat burst through her. It seemed her body had a mind of its own as it arched against his hand, which was as well, since his touch made her ache, made her want, as she had wanted him each night. She gasped as his fingers pierced her once again.
    Khai’s body tightened at the sound of her soft gasps. He lowered his mouth to hers once more. The fingers of his free hand were curled around her breast, he felt it swell against his palm. He cupped that fullness, brushed his thumb across the tightly furled nipple, relished the weight of it.
    He guided himself inside her, groaning at the tightness, the wetness, as she arched her hips up and spread her thighs to take him. So sweet.
    It had been so long. He used her in every way he’d thought of over the long weeks, turned her this way and that, plunging into her roughly then softly, savoring her, pleasuring himself with her body.
    As he knew she was pleasured by him. Each soft cry told him that.
    All Eres wanted was more, more of the sweet pleasure of him filling her.
    He plundered her, stretched her, filled her as he thrust inside her. His mouth and hands ravaged her breasts as Eres cried out her delight.
    Eres felt him