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pallet, her heels digging deep into alpaca hair.
    His mouth moved lower to take a nipple between his teeth, rolling the taut nub gently on his tongue.
    Her back arched, pressing her breast into his mouth. Marisol couldn’t stop a moan from rising up her throat.
    Gunnar moved to take the other breast, applying the same torture. “I believe you fell out of the heavens specifically for me.”
    “If you believed that why did you send me…to Pachacuti with those warriors?” Her voice caught when he sucked hard on the nipple and then moved lower.
    “In order to secure you as mine, Pachacuti had to give you to me.” His words whispered across her belly and stirred the curls lower still. “He needs to be the one in charge.”
    In charge…like Gunnar was in charge of her body? “How did you manage to get him to give me to you? Oh, my… You weren’t even in the great hall.” Her last word came out as a groan.
    “By planting the idea in the ear of his most trusted advisor.” The fingers of his free hand threaded through the thatch of hair between her legs until he found the spot.
    The spot that made her come completely unglued.
    It was several moments before she could think straight and several more after that before she could breathe enough air to ask, “Kentar, the eagle warrior?”
    Gunner circled the nubbin at the center of her universe, stroking gently. “No. Pachacuti’s lover, Imac.”
    Marisol struggled to regain her focus as Gunnar settled between her legs, his mouth replacing his fingers, his tongue continuing the steady thrusts against her throbbing flesh.
    “Ahh, you played on her jealousy.” Could they really be having this conversation while he played her body like a violin?
    “I knew Pachacuti would find you as unique and irresistible as I have.” His fingers delved into her channel, swirling around the juices and digging deeper while his tongue laved her folds.
    “The only way for him to release you was to give you to someone else, preferably me.”
    “And Imac didn’t find it troubling that you manipulated her? She didn’t strike me as a fool.”
    “She’s anything but a fool. She’s a very talented tactician, able to read a battlefield before anyone has actually seen it. She’s the most brilliant woman of the empire.”
    Marisol’s gut spasmed, drawing her away from Gunnar’s magic. The man obviously admired Imac. “I didn’t think that women were allowed to lead armies in the fifteenth century?”
    “They aren’t. Imac started as Pachacuti’s camp follower when he led the people of the Cusco Empire against the attacking Chancas. Because of her ability to ‘see’ into the enemy camp, she became invaluable to Pachacuti’s army. He honored her by making her the commander of the jaguar warriors.” Gunnar moved up over Marisol, sliding his hand over her arm and down her body.
    “You aren’t from here,” she said, struggling to maintain focus on her situation and mission. But her body ruled her mind.
    “No, I am not,” Gunnar said, his lips following the path of his hands. “My people came from a land far away and were unable to return. They rebuilt their lives in the other side of the mountains to the east. Like my forefathers, my wanderlust led me over the mountains and into the world of the Incas.” He cocked his brows at her. “Is your curiosity satisfied?”
    “Perhaps.”
    “Good. We talk too much.”
    When Marisol would have asked another question, he moved up to cover her lips with his, stemming the unending flow of questions.
    Not that she could concentrate when his body lay flush against hers, his cock pressing against her entrance. Yes, this was the point at which all thought fled, replaced by the flood of lust.
    The universe revolved around her and Gunnar. Nothing else existed beyond.
    “Do you wish me to stop?” He kissed her lips, her chin, her cheek and each of her eyelids.
    In answer, Marisol wrapped her legs around his waist, bearing down on his buttocks,