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shuddered through her, even as she turned her head
from side to side, denying him. Or denying herself.
    He parted her swollen lips, baring her engorged clit to
quick, fluttery strokes, his tongue fast and gentle as the beat of butterfly
wings. Whatever she intended to say was lost in a string of whimpers and moans.
    His tongue burrowed into her heat and her muscles clenched
around it, making his cock jerk and throb. Wrenching moans from him as well.
She shook his hands off and dug her fingers into his hair, locking his head in
place, freeing his hands to squeeze that firm bottom.
    He didn’t need more urging, alternating thrusts and licks
with a speed and precision that would drive her right to edge of mindlessness.
    Water lapped over his lower legs and the hot spray of the
shower pummeled his back, but the woman squirming under his tongue had all his
attention. She was close, so close.
    His teeth caged the erect nub of her clit, while his tongue
flogged the tip. “I can’t. I can’t. Can’t,” she groaned.
    I can’t was a long way from I won’t or I
don’t want to . I can’t meant she would if he insisted. Though he was
likely to lose a few patches of hair when she did.
    He had tasted a lot of women but none like this woman. The
tang of honeysuckle had him burrowing his tongue deep in her clenching tunnel.
The squeeze of her muscles around him gave lie to her can’t . She could.
She was close to proving so.
    She managed to get one hand between him and the treasure he
meant to devour. Her nails scraped his scalp as she forced his head back.
Panting, she kept his mouth covered until she could speak.
    “Fuck, f-f-fuck m-me,” she panted. “I n-need…”
    He didn’t need any more encouragement than that. Rising from
his knees, he hauled her up and her legs went readily around his hips. Her head
dropped back to rest on the rippled glass and her eyes squeezed shut as he
nudged his cock into her exquisite heat. He thought she was sobbing now, with
pleasure certainly, but his grasp of the situation was failing. He had one
thought, and one thought only—she wanted fucking. She would have it.
    “Hold tight, sweetheart.”
    Her legs tightened around his back. The first hard thrust
ripped a cry from her. He took his time, savoring the sweet, slick heat he’d
been aching to sink into since his tongue went diving.
    Ah, she was a treasure. He pressed deep and she quivered
around him. Their eyes locked. The barrier between Ronin the enchanted and
Maille the enchantress dissolved. He was part of her, her mind entwined with
his.
    Stunned, he could only stare, frozen in time, his mouth
hanging open. It was as if a key turned in the lock guarding his ugliest
secrets and she saw without shrinking away.
    The ghostly call of a wild loon turned her rigid in his
arms, and an equally haunting answer snapped the psychic connection.
    “Did you hear that?” she whispered.
    “It’s okay, sweetheart. An eerie sound, to be sure, but it’s
just loons calling. An avian love song, no doubt. Probably have their minds set
on the same thing we do.”
    “They don’t,” she said with conviction and a shiver. He bent
his head to stop her next words with a kiss, bring her back to pleasure.
    It didn’t take long to make her forget the interruption.
With each thrust her panting rose, quickening with his. But the psychic link
remained beyond his grasp. She arched her back and moaned when he drove in, but
she held a small part of herself back, her emotions impenetrable.
    He picked up the pace, the slap of bodies, her arching back,
nails raking his skin, drove him senseless, so he was barely aware and
willingly obedient when she said, “Now, Ronin. Come with me, now.”
    She murmured in his ear. Words that seemed familiar but made
no sense. And did that matter just now? His wild mind was taking over,
submerging reason, as if he were sinking into a dream, leaving him fathomless.
    His cock drove deep into the impossible silky heat of her.
Her