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“Something you want, wildcat?”

She growled.

I moved back up to her shoulders, then focused on her arms. She let out a displeased sound, but I was far more displeased when I found the stiffness and swelling in her sword arm.

“A healer could have taken care of this,” I grumbled.

“I don’t need a healer. I have you.”

I found a few places in her arm that made her tense, and I soothed her, working out the worst of the knots. But I would be dragging her to that healer at the first opportunity.

Her left arm wasn’t as bad. By the time I caressed each of her fingers, she was shifting restlessly.

So I moved down to her thighs, using those same long, sweeping strokes. She’d gone limp once more, and she let out a sound that was almost a purr when I reached her first calf.

By the time I’d massaged her other leg, working my way down to her toes, her skin gleamed with oil, and she breathed deeply. The tiny line of tension between her brows had disappeared.

A savage pride roared through me.

She opened her eyes.

“Thank you.”

I almost laughed. “You don’t thank me for that, wildcat. I’m the one who should be thanking you.”

One side of her mouth kicked up. “In that case, you’re welcome.”

Leaning over, I gently bit her ass. She gasped, wiggled, and I slipped a hand beneath her to find her slick.

She pushed up onto her knees, and I placed one hand on her back, keeping her face pressed to the pillow.

“Stay right there.”

Dipping my hands in the oil, I cupped her breasts, caressing and squeezing and flicking her nipples until she moaned. I slipped one hand lower, and she spread her legs wide, arching her back.

“You’re ready for me, aren’t you, wildcat? You’re always ready for me.”

“Always,” she mumbled, pushing her ass back toward me as I stroked her. “Please, Lorian. I need you inside me. Now.”

I caressed her some more, keeping my touch light, ensuring she stayed balanced on the edge. I wanted to continue teasing her, but stroking every inch of her skin had made me almost insane with lust.

I didn’t bother removing my pants, simply lowered them, a growl leaving my throat as Prisca shoved her ass against my cock.

“Don’t make me wait.” Her voice was high, thready. This was usually when I enjoyed teasing her the most.

Not today.

Flipping her, I rolled her on top of me, until she was staring down at me, her hair tumbling over her shoulders, her eyes wide. But she didn’t hesitate. Her hands foundmy cock, and I clamped down on my self-control as she lifted, then slowly lowered herself down.

We both groaned.

Her tight, wet heat, the sight of her, skin slick and glowing in the candlelight, eyes so gold, head tipped back as she ground down onto me.

She squeezed my cock like a vise, and my hands gripped her hips. Even when she was on top, I couldn’t help but take control, lifting her until I was plunging in and out of her.

She began trembling, her pale pink nipples tight and straining. Lifting my head, I guided her close, latching my mouth around one of those nipples, my mind going blank as she squeezed me even tighter.

“Lorian…”