- Arowyn -
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Arowyn opened her arms to him, accepting him into her warmth and center. She gasped when he filled her. He felt so good. So very good. His hand on her skin, his mouth on her breast.??She arched her body against him so tight her spine was in danger of snapping. His hands on her skin seared her to her. Her fingers knitted into the full thick hair of his nape. Her other bunching into fists in his tunic. She could feel sensations exploding within her core, the throbbing of her womanhood, her juice mixing with his own and beginning to run down the inside of her thigh.?
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She shivered at the feel of his tongue on her breast, neck, lips.?writhed and moaned under the attention of his hands upon her nipples. He tweaked them making them hard, so hard she thought they would snap off in his hands. Her body was not her own. Her muscles contracted and tensed. Tiny shards of energy ricochet through her and she tried hard not to rush things, but his touch, his mouth was making her crazy.?She found herself responding to this man in a way that she never responded to anyone. Arowyn's eyes flutter closed. She moaned. She thought she would pass out from the intensity of it all. ¡°Callum,¡± she whispered, as she bucked upon him.?
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(Callum)
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Callum was a man possessed, everything falling away from him but this moment of utter desire, the need to sheath himself again and again into the vibrantly alive woman he was joined to.? A woman who was not his wife.? But where was she?? Where was his Kirstene when he needed her, when she should also be needing him?? Lost to him, she was, lost in her deep well of private grief, one with apparently no room within it for anyone else.? Not even him.
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But he wasn't alone, was he?? Someone was here for him, letting him in.? In all ways.? Someone warm, and so very alive beneath him, giving in to his needs - to her needs? - rocking up against him as they rutted in mindless passion on the stones of the ruin floor.? Suddenly he shuddered, erupting deep into her depths, his breathing coming in gasps.? He cried out a name.? "Kirstene!? My god, Kirstene, where you are?? Where....?"
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Sated, the young lord collapsed atop the woman who was not his wife.? But who was there, for him.? "Arowyn," he murmured, kissing her sweaty face with hunger.? "It's you, Arowyn.? Only you.? Not Kirstene.? God forgive us, but I cannot think this wrong, no matter how much I feel I should."
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