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and panties over her hips and let them drop to the floor. He watched as she tossed aside her clothing and stood before him, naked in body and soul.
    "I'm afraid," she confessed on a whisper.
    "I understand."
    She watched as his gaze roved across the scarred skin of her breasts, across her imperfect hips and thighs, and down the length and curve of her calves and feet. His pupils dilated, allowing a gleam of darkness into the core of his gaze. He licked his lips. A muscle jumped in his jaw. He didn't look away. In fact, he stepped closer. Hunger roughened his voice as he said, "On your back, girl."
    He didn't appear to be repulsed! Encouraged, Abby lay down on the thick carpet as directed. She spread her raised knees in brazen invitation and watched as he knelt between them. She bit her bottom lip as honeyed warmth eased from her waxed pussy. She felt no urge to hide herself, which was unusual.
    He tugged off his shirt and bared the broad landscape of his chest and well-defined abs. He was perfect, all hard planes and angles and mouthwatering muscles, not like her. Body-consciousness surged to the forefront and she dropped a knee across her vulnerable flesh--an action he corrected with a firm flick of his hand that shoved the errant knee back into its previous position. The dark sound of his displeasure shivered along Abby's nerves, wringing a cry from her throat.
    He glanced at her, saying, "Easy, li'l one." He caught her knees and caressed down the skin from her calves to her ankles. Her heels slid across the carpet as he spread her legs wider. "I tend to immediately correct a slave's position when I see it in error. There's no need to be afraid."
    The sound of his whisky-smooth brogue caused Abby's womb to contract hard enough to jerk her shoulders off the floor. She dug her toes into the carpet and echoed his words. "A--a slave's position?"
    "Aye," he answered. "This one is a display, one taken by a slave in acknowledgement that her body belongs to another. I'm surprised and pleased"--a hint of a grin curved his lips as his hands slowly eased up and down her thighs--"that you took the position."
    "I didn't know. I just-- Ooohh..."
    He'd sent one finger down her excitement-slicked folds, easing between lower lips and circling the hard nub of her clit. She moaned and arched into the touch. Her eyes fluttered shut as he teased the tight bundle of nerves, testing her hunger and enhancing her heat. Fireworks sparkled along her nerves and tickled her nipples.
    "Your body did," he said.
    Tracing one finger up and down the cleft, he flicked her clit. Her heels rose off the floor as her body jerked at the contact. She shifted on the carpet, hungry for more contact, for more...just more.
    He cupped her, setting his thumb to work making slow, erotic circles against her clit. She whimpered and pressed into the touch. Seth spread his fingers across her pubic bone, pressing down and sliding his thumb into her with a husky growl. "Mine."
    She cried out, a desperate sound of pleasure pulled from her soul. It rushed through her blood, filling her senses and her mind. Seth rotated his hand, fingers switching places with his thumb, and penetrating with precision, first with one finger, then with two, then three fingers easing in and out of honey-slicked cunt.
    She clenched around the welcome invasion, intensifying the pleasure. He pushed high and tight into her pussy, searching for and finding the illusive g-spot, wrenching a high sound of pleasure from her throat.
    "Beautiful," he said.
    The sound of his approval warmed a cold and lonely place in her soul. Something inside her broke loose and flew free, reaching skyward on wings of excitement. She forced open heavy-lidded eyes and watched as he pumped his fingers in and out of her body, his gaze focused on his work, his stark expression carved by hunger.
    She raised her hips into his delicious possession. Lights danced around her, flickers of color and energy that sparkled near them both.