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head and ran the tip of her tongue beneath its crown, where the skin was tight, teasing him quite deliberately.
    â€œThere was no admonishment, but we must be on our way soon, and quick about it.”
    The shadows danced around the small cell as if a draft had blown down the corridor, and he heard the groaning of the drunken sot in the cell beyond. When he concentrated harder he could hear the guard humming to himself as he enjoyed his supper. All these things—and Gregor’s impending release—made haste imperative.
    Again she licked the underside of his crown. Then the hot, wet clasp of her mouth on his engorged cock forced him backagainst the wall. Cursing beneath his breath, he rested his shoulders against the hard surface while the woman kneeling at his feet squeezed and tugged his ballocks with one hand, the other tightening around the base of his rod as she worked it up and down. She was good, too damn good.
    Glancing down, Gregor could see she was aroused herself. Her hips rocked from side to side, her body undulating. If he wasn’t mistaken, she wanted his length inside her. The thought affected him, harnessing his need. From the depths of her throat, she gave another loud growl of approval as his cock leaped and lengthened.
    Pulling free, the woman stared up at him. Her strange blue eyes glittered in the candlelight as she teased him with her fingers. “You would have me rush the task?”
    â€œNo.” He snatched at her arm, hauling her to her feet, and quickly turned her around so that she was braced against the wall instead of him. “But I must take charge of this situation, lest you bring the guard here with your sighing and exultations.” That would happen soon enough, but he had to be ready to break them free, not midvault, with his breeches at his knees.
    Delighted laughter escaped her mouth.
    Had she no sense of fear? Silencing her with his lips seemed the only viable option, and he could do that while running her through with his length. He hauled her skirts up and thrust his hands beneath her shapely bottom, lifting her from her feet. She gasped, then gave an approving murmur and wrapped her legs around his hips, inviting him in.
    â€œYou are a noisy wench.”
    â€œWhat of it? Are you one of those men who despise women who find pleasure in the act?”
    â€œQuite the contrary.” It took immense control to answer her levelly. At the base of his spine a deep, unremitting throbbinghad taken hold of him, signaling the urgent need for release. If the guard came now, they would both be damned.
    â€œGood.” She flashed those strange eyes at him and then peeled down the rim of her stays, lifting her breasts free of their confinement in order to toy with her nipples. Between thumb and forefinger she arrested the hard nubs and tugged, hard. She let out a garbled moan as she did so.
    Gregor pursed his lips. The way she acted made him want to graze those tender nipples with his teeth, in order to hear her cry out more loudly—an act that would be suicidal under the circumstances. She was taunting him with her bawdy behavior, the vixen. This was something he would have to keep in mind in the days ahead. “You are trouble, my dear, of that I am now sure.”
    She laughed softly, and yet there was both hunger and longing in her expression as she met his gaze. The practiced glance of a clever whore, to be sure, but his body answered nonetheless, his cock eager to be buried inside her. He bent his knees, and when his erection slid against the folds of her damp puss, she shuddered visibly.
    â€œAh, yes, this is what you need. This is why you know no fear.”
    â€œPerhaps,” she responded, and her eyes narrowed to dark slits as she regarded him. A chuckle rose in her, and he stifled it with a kiss. His tongue thrust into her mouth, as he would soon thrust into her body.
    With her arms around his neck she pulled free of his kiss and leaned her