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Blood rushes to my cheeks, and I make a small noise.

This definitely seems perverse.

It’snotperverse, Memnon insists, eavesdropping on my thoughts.I’m just getting myself acquainted with all of you.

With that, he leans back in and kisses the same part of my anatomy he did before. It’s like touching fire, the sensation bright and blazing.

My fingers tangle in Memnon’s hair, and my rational mind tries to convince the rest of me that I should push him away. But then he sucks on that section of flesh between my folds, and I cry out, my hips rocking against him and my legs falling farther open.

What in the gods’ names is going on?

I don’t know, little witch, but I do think we found the place you liked my leg touching.

Whatever he’s doing with his tongue and his mouth, it far exceeds the earlier brush of his legs. Why have I never known my body could feel like this?

His mouth moves a little lower, and the next stroke of his lips causes my back to arch and my grip on his hair to tighten.

Do you like that?he asks, peering up from between my legs.

I nod breathlessly at the ceiling.Yes.

And this?He dips his head and traces some contour of my sex with his mouth.

I suck in air.Yes.How do I admit it’s all making my toes curl?

But then his mouth moves back up to that small section of skin, and he laves it with his tongue.

A moan slips out. I feel my face flush, but I’m too distracted by this strange pleasure he’s coaxing out of me.

He smiles against my skin.And that feels best of all?

“Yes,” I breathe.

Memnon begins sucking it in earnest, and it’s overwhelming and wonderful all at once. I don’t know why my hips keep rocking, and I cannot decide whether it’s too much or not enough, but when I accidentally grind my pelvis against Memnon’s mouth, the man groans.

Oh, I like that, little witch, he says.Do it again.

Memnon tightens his hold on me, like he’s afraid I might try to escape his clutches. He suckshardon that section of skin, and now I understand his bracing grip because I do try to get away. It’s futile, but I do. However, there’s nowhere to go. No escaping this intense sensation. And once I stop fighting it, gods forgive me, Idobegin to grind against him again. And again, and again.

Memnon is making approving noises that should embarrass me, but I’m so far beyond embarrassed that all of it only fuels this restless, wonderful sensation gathering beneath his mouth.

I’m so focused on it that I don’t realize he’s removed one of his hands from my thigh. Not until he presses a fingerinsideme.

The action shatters something within me, and I cry out as suddenly, pleasure rushes through my body like a wave overtaking the earth.

Memnon groans as I shamelessly rock against him, his grip tightening on my thigh.Fuck, he curses down our bond,I can feel you.

He felt…that?

Yes, he says raggedly.

I force myself to release his hair. My breath is coming in shallow, heaving pants. “What…wasthat?” I ask dazedly.

Memnon looks smug as he lifts himself up from between my thighs. “That, beloved wife, was an orgasm.”

I raise my eyebrows. I’ve heard of orgasms, though I never knew women could have them.

Memnon presses a kiss to my inner thigh, then moves up my body. I can feel the heavy drag of his penis against my leg. My hips shift at the feel of it, and my legs are still spread.