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salvage, and I had failed her.”
    Saerileth stood and let her pallav fall. Darien drew in a long, deep breath. Her beauty was divine, every line and
curve perfect. “Your pain is fresh, as if this happened yesterday. You are a
man of deep feeling.” And she laid her hand on the bare part of his chest that
lay exposed from his loose shirt.
    Her flesh was still cold from the seawater, but her touch
was like fire on his skin, sending hunger through him. “I will take you, then.”
It was half statement, half question. He laid his hands on her shoulders,
feeling her delicate frame beneath his strong, soldierly hands.
    All Saerileth did was look up at him through her long,
black eyelashes and nod. That sent Darien over the edge. He picked her up and
kissed her mouth, tasting her lips as if they were fruit. She was half his
size, and he easily wrapped his arms around her back, bringing his hands to her
opposite sides. She threw her arms around his neck as she kissed him back with
equal fervor. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, and due to their size
difference, she was practically perched on his massive, muscular frame. To
Darien, she was no weight at all. He had carried heavier sacks of grain.
    Saerileth unwrapped her pallav from her left forearm and tossed it away. With both
hands free, she ran her fingers across Darien’s close-cropped hair. Between
kisses, Darien could catch glimpses of her body. Under the pallav ,
she wore a short shirt that left her midriff bare, and the skirt she wore,
though tight, accommodated a wide range of movement. The material was elastic
enough to allow her legs free reign.
    Darien laid Saerileth down on the divan and lay on top of
her, though he rested most of his weight on his forearms and one knee that
wedged itself between the cushions. So much for the pristine state of the
divan! But to Darien, this moment made his saving it worth it. He wanted to
be rough with Saerileth, but this was her first time with him, so he promised
himself he would be gentle. By the way she ground against him and the way she
deep-kissed, Darien guessed she was skilled in sex, but he could not know
whether she had ever taken a man of his size inside her before. Considering she
was dressed as if she had just come from the Dimadan ,
he guessed she had not. The Sunjaa were better
endowed than the Zenji, and Darien was better endowed than any other Sunjaa he knew. And he had seen a lot of cocks in his day.
    Saerileth blindly yanked at his breeches, and he blindly
yanked at the shirt that hugged her breasts. They could not stop even for a
moment to look at what they were doing; he needed more of her kisses. He did
not want to miss one taste. He was greedy for this beautiful, pale stranger,
and her clear desire for him only served to make him abandon all reason. His
growl slipped past her tongue, and she responded by sucking on his bottom lip.
His cock swelled, and he was obliged to reach down and loosen the strings so
that his cock might burst free. When it did, it slapped against Saerileth’s
belly with such a smack that she gasped and pulled away from Darien. Her eyes
searched his in wonderment, as if she had discovered hidden treasure. She gazed
into his eyes as her hand found his cock. Once she touched it, she smiled at
Darien, let slip a light laugh, and fell to kissing him again.
    Darien reached under her skirt and pulled her underpants
off, tossing them and letting them fall where they may. His fingers sought her
pussy, and he was pleased to find it wet and prepared for him. His middle
finger caressed her slit slowly up and down as the tip of his index finger found
her clit and massaged it. Saerileth moaned into his mouth and opened her legs,
inviting him in. She stroked his cock with the same speed he fingered her,
making him feel like he was already fucking her. Saerileth knew what she was
doing, that was certain, and Darien was amazed at how much she was able to
accomplish through nothing more than kisses