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  He frowned a little as he stroked her back. Gods, she was hot! Or she had been up until the moment of orgasm. Her skin had been burning up, though it seemed to be cooling down a little now that she’d finally reached the peak. In fact, her whole body seemed to be relaxing towards sleep.

  Brynn sighed and made a soft sound of contentment, nestling against his chest.

  “Sleepy now?” Varin asked her, tenderly stroking her long, black hair away from one flushed cheek. “Think you can get some rest without having nightmares?”

  “I…” Brynn yawned. “I think so. Thank…” She yawned again. “Thank you, Varin. That was amazing.” She looked up at him, her eyes sleepy but concerned. “But what about you? Are you…do you need to reach the peak too?”

  “Later,” he assured her.

  “Why not now?” Brynn suddenly looked a little more alert. “Why don’t you…you know…stroke yourself?”

  Varin raised an eyebrow at her. “Here? Now?”

  She bit her lip. “I…I saw you in my dreams but I’ve never seen you do it in…in person.”

  “And do you want to, little one?” His voice came out in a low, lustful growl. “You want to watch me stroke myself?”

  “Yes,” Brynn admitted in a soft, uncertain voice. “But only…only if you don’t mind.”

  “I don’t. But here, let’s get more comfortable.”

  Varin moved her gently off his lap and back onto the bed. Then he sat beside her, as he had in her old bedchamber back at the Galen palace. Brynn snuggled close to his left side and he put an arm around her, glad that they didn’t need a sheet between them to keep the skin contact from being painful. Then he popped the tabs on his leathers and released his cock, which was throbbing with need.

  “Oh…” Brynn whispered and put out a hand to touch him. But she drew back at the last minute. “Is…” She looked up at him. “Is this all right, Varin? Can I touch you?”

  “If you want to, Mistress. I’ve told you again and again that my body is yours to command.”

  “You’re not my slave anymore, Varin,” she reminded him. “I don’t own you.”

  “Yes, you do,” he growled softly. “I’m yours body and soul, Brynn. Don’t ever forget that.”

  “I won’t.” She looked up at him. “But I don’t want you to let me touch you because you feel like I own you. I don’t want to touch you unless you want me to.”

  In answer to that, Varin took her soft little hand and placed it directly on his aching shaft.

  “Touch me, Mistress,” he said hoarsely. “I’m yours.”

  Catching her lush bottom lip between her little white teeth, Brynn did as he said. Varin had to bite back a groan when her cool fingers caressed him, stroking tentatively up and down the length of his throbbing cock.

  “Gods,” he growled. “Your little hand is so soft.”

  “And you’re so hard…and so hot.” She looked up at him eagerly. “Varin, when will your cream come out? I…I’d really like to see that happen.”

  “Keep it up and you will,” he promised her. “It just takes a little while and a lot of stroking.”

  “Am I doing it right? Stroking you right, I mean?” she asked anxiously.

  “You can go a little harder. Here.” He repositioned her hand so that her fingers were encircling his cock, showing her how to grip it just right and fist his shaft loosely while she moved her hand up and down.

  Soon Brynn was stroking him in rhythm, a look of desire and anticipation in her big gray eyes.

  Gods, she really wants to watch me come, Varin realized. Wonder why?

  His throbbing shaft didn’t care why—it only knew Brynn’s soft, small hand felt incredible. He couldn’t hold himself back from catching her rhythm and thrusting up into the circle of her fingers. A bead of clear, slippery precum formed at the slit in the center of the head and Brynn slowed her stroking.

  “Varin,” she murmured. “What’s that? The, uh, stuff that comes out before the cream? I always wondered when I watched you in my dreams.”

  “That’s precum, little one,” he murmured. “It comes before the cream—to ease the way.”

  “Ease the way?” She looked up at him uncertainly.

  “You know how your little pussy gets wet when you’re touching yourself and bringing yourself pleasure?” he asked.

  Brynn’s cheeks went pink and she nodded. “Yes.”

  “Well that wetness is there to ease the way for a shaft to slide inside you. My precum serves the same purpose. It’s slippery and wet—helps with lubrication.”

  “Oh,” she whispered in a small voice and he saw the fear in her eyes and knew she was thinking of that damn deflowering throne.

  “Don’t worry, little one,” he said gently, stroking her hair. “I know what you fear—neither I nor anyone else will ever penetrate you like that again if you don’t wish it. I swear.”

  “Thank you, Varin.” She looked up at him gratefully. “It just…hurt so much.”

  “I know,” he said softly. “I felt your pain. I wish I could go back and stop it from happening.”

  Brynn sighed and pressed her cheek against his chest.

  “There is much that can’t be undone,” she murmured. “But I don’t want to think about the past right now. I want to live right here and now—in the present.”

  “You seem to be doing a good job of it,” Varin nodded at her little hand which was still stroking him. “Gods, Brynn—love the feel of you touching me.”

  “I love it too,” Brynn confessed. “I always wanted to, you know—touch you, I mean. But I couldn’t because of your obedience band.” She looked at him curiously. “How did you get rid of it, Varin?”

  “That’s a story for another time.” He groaned and pumped up into her small fist again. “Right now I want to concentrate on how good your hand feels on me.”

  “I like to make you feel good,” Brynn whispered. “You’ve endured so much pain for me, Varin—I like the idea of giving you pleasure instead.”

  “You’re certainly doing that,” he growled. “Gods, little one…”

  “Varin…this precum…” She swiped one thumb over the crown of his cock, collecting some of his moisture.

  “Yes?” He looked down at her but Brynn had an unreadable expression on her face.

  “How…” She cleared her throat. “How does it, well you know, taste?”

  His heart thumped harder in his chest.

  “Salty, I suppose. Why do you ask?”

  “I…well, I…” Brynn looked like she wanted to say something but didn’t quite dare.

  “Ask, little one,” he murmured. “Whatever you want…whatever you need, just ask for it.”

  “Can I taste it?” she burst out at last. “Please, Varin? Just a little?”

  Her question seemed to do something deep inside him—it was as though he could feel every muscle in his body tense with desire at once. But he kept his voice even and low.

  “I have told you, Mistress—my body is yours to command. If you want to taste of me, you don’t have to ask.”

  “I do,” she whispered. “I don’t know why but I do.”

  “Do as you wish with me,” Varin growled softly.

  Gods, if only she knew how crazy with need she made him! But though he loved and desired her, he wasn’t sure how she felt for him. That and the fact that his days were numbered unless they found his people quickly made him hold back from telling her his true feelings. Instead he did his best to hold still and allow her access to his shaft.

  He expected her to capture another droplet of precum on her finger and taste it that way. Instead, she leaned over his lap and swirled her little pink tongue all around the broad, leaking head of his cock.

  “Gods!” Varin whispered hoarsely. It was all he could do not to move as she continued to explore him delicately with just the tip of her tongue. Then she sucked the entire head into her mouth, pumping his shaft at the same time, as though she was trying to get more.

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