Wed to a Wicked Warrior
Tami Stevens
When his tongue lapped at the rim of her ear Eleanor cried out and bucked her climax out against his hand.
“Tha mi ag iarraidh taobh a-staigh thu, mo Leannan.” His voice was just a breath on her ear as her tremors eased. He knew she wouldn’t understand the words, but he couldn’t keep them inside. One day she would, he reminded himself. All along the way, they had been working on new words and phrases. Some day soon she would understand. Fan slid his hand out of her and set her drawers to rights while she caught her breath. She pushed away from him then, her eyes falling to his britches as she slid off his lap to kneel between his feet. Fan lifted off the rock enough to lower his britches ove
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