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his neck, to bring his mouth to hers, but that was forbidden. He never
allowed her to touch him once he brought her to the greensward. He demanded she
lay as still as her body would allow—hands at her side while he pleasured her
with his.
    “Let me worship you,” he insisted. “Let me
do what no other man ever could.”
    Kenzi was not inexperienced with men. She’d
lost her virginity long ago in high school but none of the experiences she had
gained in college or medical school could compare to the exacting expertise
plied by her phantom lover. No man did to her body the things the shadowman
did. No pleasure had ever been as great as that he bestowed so firmly.
    Withdrawing his thumb, he inserted two fingers
into her heat, turning them so he could press against her G-spot as he massaged
her clit with his thumb.
    “Who am I, Kenzi?” he queried, gaze locked
with hers.
    She swept a tongue over her top lip, curled
it over the bottom one before she answered. “My master,” she replied.
    “And what do you wish from your master?”
    “Pleasure,” she said on a long sigh as he
worked his fingers inside her.
    “What kind of pleasure?”
    She knew her lines. She knew what he wanted
to hear—what he always wanted to hear before he began to love her in earnest. “Such
as I will never know from any other.”
    He was on his knees between her spread
legs. His chest was a white blur before her but she had an impression of dark,
crisp hair between his pectorals—narrowing its way downward to that hard,
jutting cock she sensed but could not see. He put his free hand just above her
pubic bone and pressed down firmly.
    Kenzi sucked in a breath for the sensation
was so intoxicating. His hand splayed over her belly, his palm pushing down
with just enough heaviness to be slightly uncomfortable but the weight pushed
blood into her throbbing clit and brought her G-spot closer to his questing
fingers.
    “And will you serve my needs, Kenzi?” he
asked, his voice a dark growl.
    “Yes,” she agreed, nodding. “Anything you
want, shadowman. I’ll do anything you ask!”
    “I know,” he said. “And you will.”
    His fingers increased their speed in and
out, drawing her juices forth so she could smell them, ripe and musky in the
night air. A light wind blew over her naked lower body and she shivered.
    “Tell me what you want me to do.”
    “Suck my nipples,” she was quick to
respond. “Lick them, bite them.”
    She knew he wouldn’t. He never did. Not
once had he touched the swollen, aching, tips of her breasts. Not once had he
palmed the mounds. His gaze lifted to her straining bosom—arching toward him in
offering—but he ignored her gift, lowering his eyes to the juncture of her
thighs. Nor had he ever kissed her. She did not know the taste or feel of his
lips. She longed to have him ravage her mouth as he ravaged her cunt but he
would not.
    “Please!” she begged him.
    “Not yet.”
    The answer was always the same and the
frustration, the need within her to have him touch her there had built to a fiery
desire that left her moaning.
    “One day,” he said. “You will have all of
me one day.”
    Groaning for she knew her pleading would
not sway him, she clutched handfuls of the cool ferns as he continued to ease
his fingers in and out of her squirming body.
    Another finger joined its mate and she could
feel his crooked little finger bumping against her anal opening. The triple
assault—thumb to clit, three fingers inside her, little finger grazing her
anus—made her body burn with a need that was fast pushing it toward its limit.
    “Relax, küçüğüm ,” he ordered and his
hand caressed her belly.
    Such large hands he had, she thought. So
strong.
    Once more he increased the speed of his
thrusts. The pressure was building inside her feminine channel and she could feel
it spiraling closer to the surface. She dug her heels into the soft ground,
lifted her hips for him to probe deeper. At the moment his crooked