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  "Del?"

  "Yeah?" His voice was husky.

  "You don't expect me to turn into a simpering, quiet, little pinhead, do you?"

  "Sheol, no."

  "Good." She enfolded his cock in the circle of her grasp and slid up and down until his hips lifted. Then she closed her fingers around the head and squeezed gently. "Because you know that won't ever happen."

  Del put a finger under her chin and forced her to meet his eyes. "Linna, I don't want you to change. I love you the way you are."

  She still couldn't get over hearing him say that. "That's a good thing, Del. Because as much as I love you, I can't be anyone's servant, or anyone's whipping post."

  "I know that."

  She stroked him more firmly, loving the way he bit his lower lip in response. She moved in to kiss him and took his lip between her teeth. She tugged gently enough to make him hiss, then let go and licked the small hurt. She tongued his lips softly until he opened them, then delved inside to taste him. She ran her hands over the tight curls on top of his head.

  "Weren't you going to take care of this?"

  "Yeah. Someone interrupted me."

  She kissed him again. "Want me to leave?"

  His hands cupped her ass and pulled her closer. "No."

  She touched his chin, equally as scruffy as his head. "Want me to shave you?"

  "Now there's something you don't hear every day."

  She laughed and rubbed the top of his head again. "You scared?"

  He rolled his eyes. "No."

  "I pretended to be a Kompanion for a long time," she reminded him. "I had to shave a lot of things."

  That earned her a chuckle. He captured the hand rubbing his hair and brought it to his mouth for a kiss that made her wetter even than the bathtub. "Okay."

  Linna pushed him back against the tub and straddled him while she hooked the tray with one finger and pulled it closer. Her pussy rubbed against his erection, but that was just part of the fun. She ground herself onto his thighs a little bit, just to see him squirm.

  "You have to stay still, Del."

  That made him stop moving. "Are you sure you've done this before?"

  She leaned close to whisper in his ear. "Honey, I can shave you so smooth and so close, you'll think you never had hair."

  "That shouldn't sound as kinky as it does."

  She wriggled again, moving closer, and grabbed up the small jar of shaving soap. "Some razor."

  It was really a dagger. The blade glinted lethally in the light shining in from the skylight. She tilted it and marveled at the sharpness of the edge.

  "Are you--"

  "Hush. I'm sure." She took a palmful of the soap and smoothed it over his head, making sure to cover it completely. The soap smelled like the bath water, delicious and exotic, musky and sweet at the same time. The smell made her nipples perk up...and so did Del's hands, which had crept up to massage them.

  "Don't distract me," she warned. "I like both your ears where they are."

  He'd bent forward to slide his tongue along her neck while he tweaked her nipples. "I'm Xanderran, remember? Thrive on danger and all that shit? Go ahead and do it. I dare you."

  His mouth moved lower to taste her nipples before he slid up along her body again and shot her that damned clit-tingler of a grin. "I won't move my head again. I promise."

  He hadn't said anything about his hands, though. As she stretched upward to smooth the soap on his head, his fingers played along her spine. She wiggled. The dagger in her hand wavered, and Linna took a deep breath to keep from moving.

  She put the blade to his skin and scraped forward. True to his word, Del didn't move his head. His hands slid lower to cup her buttocks. His fingers curved underneath to the supersensitive skin of her upper thighs. He brushed her lightly and the tickling sensation tightened her pussy.

  Linna flicked the soap off the dagger and put it back to his head. Another scrape, another stripe of clean skin, and Del brushed his fingers further in, along her soft outer folds. Linna had a lot of self-control. She wanted to rock back and forth along that touch, to feel him slide inside her, but she kept herself still.

  Scrape. Caress. By the time she was done with his head, Linna thought she might come just from the pressure of her clit against Del's belly. If she moved, just a little...but she didn't. This had become a game, a challenge, and she still hadn't finished his beard.

  She cupped some water in her hand and poured it over his head to clean the last of the soap off it. Then she dipped some of the creamy lather from the cup and smoothed it onto his chin and cheeks. Scrape. Caress. Her thighs began to shake. Scrape. His hands drifted back up over her buttocks to play along her spine again.

  Linna pushed upward on her knees again to reach for more soap, and when she came back down, his cock nudged her opening, slick with arousal. There was a moment when she could have pulled away, but Linna gave in to temptation. She slid down onto his erection until he filled her.

  Both of them sighed.

  "Think you can keep your hands steady while you do this?"

  She rocked slightly to settle herself even further onto him and put the blade back to his cheek. "I guess we'll find out."

  "Who's going to scream first?" Del asked, a twinkle in his eye. "Difference is, I doubt I'll make you bleed."

  She scraped a line of clean skin onto his cheek and shivered as he slipped a hand between them to press against her clitoris. "I'm not going to make you bleed. I won't hurt you, Del."

  She saw recognition light up his eyes. "Are you sure?"

  It seemed strange to have such a big, brawny man look so vulnerable. Linna's heart went out to him, so uncertain about the way love worked. Lack of trust was an issue she knew well.

  "As sure as I can be," she replied, not wanting to force false platitudes from her lips even for the sake of romance.

  He nodded, understanding. "Same here."

  Letting the blade clatter to the tile floor, she leaned in to kiss him. "I have an idea. Let's see how loud I can make you yell without a knife in my hand."

  His answer was a thrust of his hips that made her moan out loud. Being filled by Del was delicious, glorious. It made her feel wild and calm at the same time. It made her feel...complete.

  "I love you, Del." She whispered the words, aware of the power they gave him over her. "And I am behsherit to you because of that."

  He settled his hands on her hips to guide their pace. "I used to think I'd never find my behshera. I didn't think there'd ever be any other person I'd want to spend the rest of my life with. Until you."

  He put a finger back on her clit again, to circle on it while he moved inside her. Their mouths locked, tongues darting and sliding. The water made her nearly weightless, so Del could move her with one hand.

  She locked her thighs on his hips to move on him, but he put pressure on her hip to stop her. "Let me do this for you."

  She wasn't going to argue with that, if it's what he wanted. They hadn't yet been together so often she couldn't recall each and every time they'd made love. She was completely aware that for Del, each time was not just once more with her, but once more altogether. She was willing to give in to what he wanted, especially when she knew it would be good for her, too.

  "I love making love to you," he whispered into her ear. The caress of his breath sent a shiver down her spine. "I love the way you shiver when I do this."

  He pressed his thumb against her clit as he moved her downward on his cock. She shivered. He smiled and ducked his face into the crook of her shoulder.

  Her head dropped back as ecstasy filled her. Del's mouth teased her nipples, back and forth. Threads of pleasure twisted between her legs and joined with the joy his mouth was giving her. Bliss suffused every limb.

  She reached the edge and crested there, riding the waves of desire. Del quickened the pace. He took his thumb away from her clit, but pushed her closer to him so she rubbed against his belly.

  Her orgasm ebbed, then surged