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to the foot of the bed to loosen the cord she could think of nothing but deprivation of his touch … and still she was disappointed when he did no more than loosen the tight binding enough so that she could pull her legs up in a half curled position. Her ankles were still bound, but she could not seem to fathom why that disturbed her.
    Apparently satisfied, he knelt on the bed, pushed her thighs apart and massaged them, slowly, beginning at her knees and working his way upwards. As his hands began to kneed the flesh of her upper thighs, Faylyn groaned with a mixture of pleasure and desperate need.
    He fell still, his face a mask of barely leashed desire as he studied her. He could not seem to tear his gaze from her femininity. After a moment, he stripped his shirt away jerkily, tossed it aside and reached for the opening of his breeches even as he came down on top of her, wedging his hips between her parted thighs, fumbling … for something.
    If she had been more lucid, Faylyn might have wondered why she found his weight upon her so welcome. She was far from rational, however. She knew, somehow, that he would end the torture, bring her surcease and she wanted it, desperately.
    “I lose,” he murmured raggedly, impaling her with something hard and throbbing.
    Faylyn gasped as she felt the intrusion, her eyes opening wide in surprise as discomfort warred with pleasure.
    Braced on his arms, Talor looked down at her, his expression a mixture of emotions; triumph, desire— chagrin.
    He had, she realized, thrust his male member inside of her. The realization brought a flood of moisture that soothed her discomfort.
    He closed his eyes, held himself stiffly for a moment and then, as if he could control himself no longer, thrust deeply inside her.
    Faylyn cried out with a mingling of pain, surprise, and deep pleasure.
    She surged against her bindings as he began to thrust and retreat from her passage rhythmically, trying, instinctively to match his thrusts.
    His mouth descended over hers, his tongue plunging inside to explore the sensitive inner flesh of her mouth even as his cock surged inside her feminine cavity to lay claim. A sort of mindless madness descended upon her as her body responded to his complete possession. The pleasurable tension of before quickly ascended to a point where it could no longer be contained. It exploded into sharp shards of pleasure that seemed to move through her like a crashing wave, sending tingles of ecstasy all through her body. She wrenched her mouth from his as it crashed over her, unable to contain the scream that rushed forth.
    She felt him shudder, felt his cock pulse against the muscles of her sex as he, too, found release.
    He went limp.
    Dazedly, Faylyn was aware of it, but far too weak with release herself to consider the possibilities. In truth, there was none. She was in no condition to take advantage of his state, too languorous and euphoric herself to give it more than a passing thought.
    Many moments passed. Finally, he rolled off of her and settled on his side beside her, propping his head in one hand.
    “I would give all that I have had it been different between us,” he murmured finally.
    Startled, Faylyn glanced at him questioningly. “Why would you say such a thing?” she said curiously.
    “Because it is true. Because I knew almost from the very moment that I saw you that I could love you … and even Emperors desire to love and be loved.”
    Faylyn looked away. “I am an assassin … sent to slay you. You could feel nothing but hate. I do not blame you for wishing to destroy me.”
    He touched her cheek, forcing her to look at him. “I would feel no hate for a sword or pistol … for no weapon used against me. Neither would I seek to destroy so finely crafted an instrument of death. It is the person who wields the weapon who is my enemy.”
    Faylyn swallowed with some difficulty and twisted away. “Do not speak it! It matters not now! I … would prefer your