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scabbard on the floor.
    She traced the outlines of the muscles across his back, then along the curve of his ass, the slope of his thighs, back up across his shoulders, and down his arms. She slid her hands lower to massage the small of his back.
    “Don’t touch me.” His voice was just above a hoarse whisper.
    “You need to be touched, Ivan.”
    She massaged the tight muscles of his arms. Her hands were surprisingly strong. She leaned her breasts against his back. The exact spot where the rock-hard points of her nipples pressed into his flesh tingled. He wanted them in his mouth, to taste them. Make her moan.
    She worked her way down to his ass, fingers stroking his skin, palms pressing against his muscles, demanding a response.
    She reached around and cupped his balls in her hand.
    A shudder passed through him. Unwilling to lose control, he fought the overwhelming desire for her. He struggled like a drowning man being pulled under, knowing it was useless, knowing he’d lose the fight.
    “When was the last time you made love to a woman?” she whispered, her mouth near his ear. She was tall, almost as tall as he.
    “I took a whore two nights ago and fed.” He was relieved his voice sounded normal.
    “That was a fuck. Doesn’t count.” She gave his balls a gentle squeeze. “When was the last time you made love?” She took his earlobe in her teeth and flicked it with her tongue. Blood rushed in a torrent to his cock as he lost the struggle and she pulled him under.
    Ivan’s breath came deeper. Closing his eyes, he tried to remember. Fifty years? A hundred? It all ran together after a few centuries. He remembered some wild music had been playing. Could it have been in the ’60s? The 1830s?
    I have lived too long.
    She ran her other hand over his tight butt cheek, interrupting his thoughts. He focused on where she touched him. Slipping her hand between his legs, she stroked the sensitive skin behind his balls. She slid her finger upward, and as she passed over his backdoor, she pressed against it.
    Ivan let a moan slip from his lips. Damn, this woman is good . He closed his eyes and slipped deeper. As she slid her other hand forward toward his balls, he spread his legs wider to signal his consent to being touched. His growl, a long purr now, resonated in his chest.
    She stroked him over and over, each time applying more pressure to his tight hole and giving his aching balls a squeeze. He looked down at his throbbing cock, swollen, almost standing straight up against his body now, begging for her attention. He’d given up trying to control it.
    “When was the last time you looked into a woman’s eyes and saw anticipation?” She explored the curves of his ear with her warm tongue.
    “Felt her reach for you, instead of trying to get away?” She slid her hands around his body to caress his chest, discovering his nipples. All his attention was on her voice and her touch as she circled his areoles with the sharp edges of her nails. The pull toward her was unrelenting.
    “Had her hips push against yours, asking you to bury your cock deeper inside her?” Dropping her hands from his chest, she pulled his hips back as she pressed her pelvis against his ass.
    “And when did you last really enjoy a woman, the way she smells, feels, tastes?”
    Then she let him go and her hand disappeared, her touch gone. He gave a soundless gasp. She shifted, reached around him, and at last, took his cock in her hand, her fingers wet. He smelled the rich aroma of arousal; she’d dipped her fingers into her own juices to use as a lubricant. Using long, firm, slow strokes, she glided up the engorged shaft as she spread her honey across the head of his cock with her thumb. A hiss escaped his clenched teeth.
    Her woman’s scent perfumed his cock. He was lost. Delicious. He inhaled, floating on his sensations, wanting nothing more than to taste her, to be inside her.
    She pulled away, took his hand, and led him to the bed. He would have