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  Stiffening her resolve, she started to do exactly that, but Thrace intervened.

  “Let me, Mistress,” he murmured, looking into her eyes. Trin let him and he helped her off with the red, flouncy dress and tossed it carelessly on the back of a chair. In a way, it was a relief to get it off—the lace on that particular dress was extremely itchy. But now Trin felt cold and exposed. She had the urge to try and cover herself with her hands but instead she stood there, her back straight, trying not to shiver.

  Thrace seemed to know what was wrong because instead of starting at once, he pulled her into a warm embrace, wrapping his muscular arms around her and holding her close to his broad chest.

  The minute their bodies connected and his warm, spicy scent filled her nose, Trin felt an immediate easing of the anxiety that had threatened to overwhelm her.

  “Mmm,” she murmured, pressing her cheek to the hollow of his throat and inhaling deeply. “I love the way you smell. I’ve never smelled anything like your scent before.”

  “No one has,” Thrace murmured. “You’re smelling my bonding scent—the Kindred have it too. It’s a trait we share with them.”

  “Bonding scent?” She frowned up at him.

  “A special scent our bodies produce to draw a chosen female to us. Don’t worry,” he said lightly. “It doesn’t mean I’m going to try and bond you to me. It just means I want you…want to do this badly. To pleasure you. To worship your body with mine.”

  “Oh, Thrace…” His soft words affected her deeply because she could hear the sincerity in his tone. He really wanted to bring her pleasure and to help her through this ordeal. This wasn’t just a business transaction or paying off a debt—the big Havoc cared for her in a way that went beyond any of that.

  And maybe you care for him too, whispered a little voice in her head. Maybe you…love him? But that was ridiculous—a daughter of Zetta Prime couldn’t love a male. She just felt close to him because they were in a tight situation and he was her only ally. Right?

  “Mistress…” He cupped her cheek in one gentle hand and looked down into her eyes. “May I offer you obeisance again? May I kiss between your thighs and bring you pleasure?”

  “Yes,” Trin whispered and this time there was no hesitation…no guilt. She wanted to feel his mouth on her again, as she had the night before. And she trusted him to be gentle, to not hurt or rush her. He had said he wanted to take his time…she was willing to let him.

  “Lie down then.” Thrace arranged her at the end of the sleeping platform so that her lower legs hung over the side. He got one of the long bolster pillows and put it on the floor in front of her.

  Trin propped herself up on her elbows and watched his preparations with a fast beating heart.

  “For my knees,” he explained, when he saw her watching. “I plan to be here a long time and the floor gets damn hard after awhile.”

  “Oh,” she whispered. Now that she was out of his arms, not pressed to his chest, the uncertainty was beginning to creep in again. Thrace seemed to sense that because he knelt before her and leaned forward to wrap his long arms around her waist. He wasn’t between her legs, just to one side of her, yet the warmth of his big body seemed to surround her and calm her down again.

  “It’s okay, baby,” he murmured, rubbing his warm, scratchy cheek against her belly. “Just relax. Relax and let me make you feel good.”

  At his urging, Trin allowed herself to lay back against the sleeping platform. Thrace had placed several pillows for her head as well, so that she could be elevated enough to see exactly what he was doing.

  He knelt before her, his hands on her upper thighs and met her gaze.

  “Slowly,” he murmured. “Gently. I just want to offer you my obeisance, Mistress.”

  “All right…” At his urging, Trin allowed her thighs to drift apart. Thrace settled between them, his broad shoulders splitting her wide.

  “Gods,” he murmured hoarsely, his eyes flicking over her wet core. “So fucking beautiful.” He inhaled. “And your scent is so delicious. It will be a pleasure to worship you with my mouth, my lady.” He ran his big, warm hands up her thighs and framed her pussy with his long fingers. Then slowly, reverently, he parted her swollen outer lips with his thumbs, revealing her inner folds.

  Trin was embarrassed to see that she was already glistening with honey. Apparently no matter what the judgmental little voice in her head said, her body wanted this—wanted it badly.

  “Thrace…” She bit her lip, tensing her thighs.

  “Just a kiss at first,” he reminded her soothingly. “Just an obeisance. But I need you to be open so that I can kiss you properly. As you were last night, remember?”

  The reminder that they had already done this the night before put Trin somewhat at ease.

  “All right,” she whispered, feeling some of the tension in her legs ease. Thrace must have felt it too because he leaned forward and nuzzled her inner thigh very gently with his cheek.

  Trin moaned softly at the scratch of his stubble against her tender flesh. It felt good—as though he was igniting her nerves, getting her ready for the fire he was going to set with his mouth.

  “So fucking gorgeous,” she heard him mutter hoarsely, and then he kissed her as softly as he had the night before.

  As it had been last night, the kiss was soft and reverent…but this one was much deeper. This time she didn’t sense that he was trying to hold back from licking or tasting her. She felt his tongue, hot and wet and eager, press fully against her open slit as he kissed her. The sensation sent shivers of desire through her whole body and she trembled under his mouth, her nipples tightening into tight points of pure desire.

  When he pulled back, his mouth was already wet and shiny with her juices. His eyes were half-lidded, almost drugged with need.

  “Gods, Mistress…” He licked his lips, his voice a hoarse growl. “You’re so delicious. Did that feel good?”

  “You know it did.” Trin found that her hips were thrusting, making little wanting motions towards his mouth that she didn’t seem to have any control over. Now that she’d finally felt his tongue on her in this most sensitive area, her body was going into overdrive. “I need more,” she confessed, half ashamed but unable to deny her need.

  “I do too. So much more.” His eyes blazed. “Are you ready to let me kiss you deeper now? To spread your pussy open and taste your clit?”

  Trin bit her lip. “All right,” she whispered. “Yes, I…I want that.”

  “Good. Relax, Mistress.” He stroked her thighs again soothingly though his eyes were still filled with lust. “Let me pay a special obeisance to the center of your pleasure.”

  Trin watched as he spread her even wider, his broad shoulders pressing against her inner thighs and his thumbs opening her until there were no secrets left. Her inner pussy was berry dark and wet with honey and the little button of her clit stood out prominently, throbbing with need, as though begging for his special attention.

  “Beautiful,” he whispered, and bent to kiss her again.

  This time he concentrated directly on her clit, placing a hot, open-mouthed kiss on the swollen little bump and tracing it gently with the tip of his tongue.

  Trin gasped as jagged spikes of pleasure flashed through her and then he sucked the sensitive little bundle of nerves into his mouth and bathed it with his tongue, licking until she couldn’t hold still, couldn’t keep her hips from moving up to meet him. A sensation was building inside her…a need that was filling her up. As he continued to lick and suck her clit, her breath began coming harder and faster and she knew she was getting close.

  “Thrace…” she moaned, her hips bucking to his rhythm. “Oh, Goddess…that feels…”

  “Feels good, doesn’t it?” he said, pulling away to Trin’s disappointment. “And you’re already getting close—I can feel it in the way you’re tensing up.”

  “Yes,” she admitted, halfway ashamed. Goddess, he hadn’t even been kissing her pussy for two m