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It was fun toying with her. He liked watching her face as she ministered to him, noting the wrinkle of concentration on her brow, the small lines tightening around her mouth as she tried to maintain a proper, dignified approach to her duty.

Tried, yet failed. Thank God.

He had enough duty and obligation surrounding him. He wanted, needed, something different from Fiona.

“Why willnae ye join me in the tub? Dinnae ye enjoy yer bed sport with a bit of boldness and adventure?” he asked.

She tossed him a doleful look. “I’m starting to think you are a very wicked man.”

“Aye, lass, ye dinnae know the half of it.”

Gavin stood. The water cascaded off his body in sheets, forming a large puddle around the tub. But this time Fiona did not scramble to mop it. In fact, this time Fiona did not move at all.

Her eyes widened, her lips parted, her cheeks turned a delicate shade of pink. The tips of her breasts were straining against the fabric of her gown, the nipples clearly outlined. His cock, already hard and straining, jumped. She must have seen, because something went still in her eyes and she became totally focused on him. The air grew hot, steamy, thick.

Temptation pulled at him. His body fairly twitched with need. She was his for the taking and he’d waited far too long already. Gavin caught her in his embrace and kissed her mouth, opening her lips to delve inside to taste. She moaned and tightened herself against him.

He began to slowly kiss his way down her golden flesh, paying close attention to her responses. He didn’t always have such patience at the start, especially when he was so aroused. But Fiona shivered and groaned each time he landed on a particularly sensitive spot, the sound encouraging him to continue.

He took his time kissing and caressing her, savoring and relishing each moment. It was as though he were driven by some unexplained need to know her intimately, not just her luscious body, but her soul.

With impatient hands, Gavin stripped off Fiona’s clothing until she was as naked as he. Her fathomless green eyes seared into his and an unaccustomed wave of tenderness washed over him. If he didn’t know better, he would swear she was a virgin on the eve of discovering the mystery of becoming a woman.

He smiled at her affectionately. She returned it with one of her own, though her lower lip trembled. Gavin reached for her breasts, marveling at how perfectly the plump softness fit his palms. He thumbed the dusky rose nipples, playing lazily with his fascinating prize. Fiona’s breath hitched and he could feel her body quiver.

As her gasps escalated, he nuzzled her throat and whispered, “Shall I have a wee taste?”

Gavin didn’t wait for her response. Bending his head, he caught the burgeoning nipple between his teeth, then rolled his tongue in a slow circle around the entire areola. Fiona’s breathing grew harder, more ragged, as Gavin continued his sensual assault, licking her breasts, tasting their sweetness, relishing their softness.

Her knees started to buckle.Aye, she was a passionate lass.Gavin chuckled softly, mightily pleased with himself, and her. He swept Fiona into his arms and carried her to the bed, pressing her back onto the clean linens. Almost as if dazed, she sprawled languidly on the large mattress, her beautiful body on wanton display.

For him. Only for him.

Gavin closed his eyes and inhaled. The scent of her arousal nearly drove him crazy. With gentle fingers he reached between her thighs and parted her folds, opening her feminine secrets to his heated gaze. She was soft and pink, like a lovely, delicate flower.

Unable to resist, he lowered his head and tasted her with his tongue, caressing her sweet essence. She reacted with a cry of sheer torturous delight. He laid his hands on her thighs to hold her still, then blew on the wet curls. She shivered and arched off the bed, her moan louder this time.

Triumphant, Gavin swirled the tip of his tongue through her folds, slow and thorough, paying special attention to the sweet pearl in the center. Fiona bucked and writhed, thrashing her head from side to side.

He continued pleasuring her with his lips and tongue, angling her body so he could see the rapture and wonder brighten her face. Fiona opened her mouth, then closed her eyes. She let out a surprised shriek and her body jerked and shuddered. Her climax nearly brought on his and he almost pulled away to prevent himself from spilling his seed too soon.

But he would not be so cruel as to deny either of them this bliss. Seeking time to regain control of himself, Gavin, pressed light, soothing kisses along her inner thigh, prolonging her pleasure. Finally mastering his raging passion, he sat back on his knees and took a deep, shuddering breath.

It gave Gavin no small measure of pride to see Fiona so sated and content, basking in the glow of sexual release. His eyes remained on her face as he grabbed her waist and pulled her toward him, drawing her legs up on either side of his hips, spreading them wide.

“And now, I claim ye,” he said hoarsely.

She whimpered in anticipation as he pushed the tip of his penis against her wetness, demanding entrance. Probing and insistent, he guided himself a little bit inside her moist heat, immediately feeling her tense.

“Open fer me, lass,” he coaxed, stroking her golden hair. “Let me inside and I promise I’ll bring ye to the heavens again.” He thrust his hips, but she tensed again.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered in misery. “I’m trying. ’Tis just that you are so very large and—”

He leaned over and plunged his tongue into her mouth. The moment it met hers, Fiona bumped her hips against his. Gavin could feel Fiona’s inner muscles flexing around his engorged shaft. It was blissful torture. And he wanted more.

He moved his hips again and she gradually unfolded, allowing him a bit deeper inside. His body wanted him to go faster, deeper, harder, but Gavin resisted the urge. Instead he rocked his hips back and forth slowly, moving with sure strokes inch by inch until she fully accepted him. Fully submitted to him.

It felt . . . indescribable. The warmth and wetness was familiar, but the closeness, the connection, aye, that was different. Gritting his teeth, Gavin held himself in check. It had been too long since he had enjoyed a woman’s softness and he wanted the moment to last.