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sliding his index finger amid her hot folds.
    She groaned and arched her back. “Don’t pretend you’re trying to pleasure me.”
    He brought his gaze up to her face. “You are very beautiful.” He lowered his head and claimed her mouth as his finger found her clitoris and stroked it rhythmically.
      She groaned and returned his kiss then wrenched her mouth away, turning her head. “Why are you doing this to me?”
    “Your body sexually arouses me.” He pulled his hand from her crotch and grasped his cock. He positioned its hot head at her slit. He pressed his prick against her opening, but he didn’t enter her cave. “I don’t usually ask a wench’s permission to rut—”
    She jerked her head around, staring at him through the near darkness. “Wench? Rut? What kind of language are you speaking? For Pete’s sake! This isn’t the middle ages.”
    He pushed inside her suddenly, realizing his continued attempt to gain her permission was only arousing her curiosity about him—and her doubts. He gripped her buttocks in either hand and rammed his long hard cock in to the hilt, listening to her attempt to catch her breath.
    He savored the warmth encasing his cock. For a moment he closed his eyes and enjoyed every thrust as his cock slid in deep, paused a second while he ground his crotch against her slit then pulled back, only to ram back inside her silken passage.
    His orgasm came much too soon. The muscles in his buttocks knotted as he felt the first tingles ripping through his insides. He groaned and stiffened his legs as the sensations grew in intensity. Thrust, thrust, thrust! The climax raced full bloom through his body, bringing a loud bellow from his throat.
    Memories of sexual conquests flitted through his mind as he released the pent-up emotions he had kept contained for so long. His hot semen gushed inside her warm body, releasing the torrent of sensations that spiraled throughout his limbs. He opened his mouth and panted, arched his back as he lunged his cock as deeply inside her core as he could.
    Heaven should be so sweet. For an instant the thought assailed his mind. There was little chance that he would ever see heaven. He almost laughed. He was destined to live in hell for eternity—but right at that moment—he knew he was as close to heavenly bliss as he would ever come.
    He didn’t want to pull out, to separate his body from hers. He wanted to remain there forever, his prick inside her cavern, their bodies linked in an inevitable wave of sexual orgasm. He moved his hips slowly, anticipating another bout of sex play, when she raised her hands and pushed at his chest.
    “I don’t suppose you thought about using a condom?”
    He opened his eyes and stared down at her. What did she say?
    “Get off me!”
    He moved without thinking, rolling to his side then onto his back. His chest heaved with panting breaths. His legs felt as though he had run ten miles. He smiled at the comparisons. There was little to compare his body to that of a mortal—yet the sexual experience with the blonde woman had all but brought back explicit memories of times long past. He stifled the urge to speak of such times—aware that she was trying to get up from the bed. Suddenly he realized it would be best if he took his leave.
    He rose from the bed, pulling the woman back down to the mattress. “Stay in bed and sleep. You’ll feel better in the morning.”
    “Now I suppose you’re going to tell me you’re a doctor.”
    The acid in her tone was all too prevalent. He winced at the infraction. He rose and pulled on his clothes, though a mere thought would have dressed him in less time and with far less effort.
    It’s best not to call more attention to myself. He crossed the room to the window and ordered it open with a wave of his hand. With a quick summons of the magic, he shapeshifted into a bird and flew out into the dark night.

 
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER THREE
     
     
    The darkness was broken only by the