He lifted me from the table, and I gasped, wrapping my legs around his waist as he carried me across the chamber. The fire roared in the hearth, casting dancing shadows across the fur-piled bed as he laid me down with a care that belied his raw, barely-leashed power. He stood over me for a moment, drinking in the sight of me, bare-chested, the silk tunic pooled at my waist, my silver filigree mask gleaming in the firelight. His hands moved to his own clothing, working the lacings of his leather breeches with impatient, trembling fingers. "I have imagined this a hundred times," he rasped, his voice low and wrecked. "Every way I would have you. Every sound you would make. And now that you are here, beneath me, I am shaking like a boy." "Then stop imagining," I said softly, reaching for him. "And come to me." He did. His body covered mine, massive and burning, his chest a solid wall of muscle and heat against my soft curves. He kissed me again, deeper this time, his hand sliding be
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