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chicken.
    “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I must look like an animal.”
    “No, not at all.” He took the chicken from her hand and held it to her lips. “Eat, my beauty.”
    She hesitated a moment, but in the end the temptation proved to be too much. She bit into the piece and closed her eyes, relishing the taste with the same fervor as before. His cock stirred at the look of pleasure on her face. And when she finished the piece in her mouth, she took the rest from his fingers. The light touch of her tongue on his skin hardened him fully.
    “Just eat slowly. That’s all I ask and only for your health. I know you haven’t been properly fed in too long and your body won’t be able to handle so much food at once.”
    She nodded and seemed to be at ease, so he left the bed again to get his own plate. He sat beside her and ate. He also took his time to keep her from feeling self-conscious, but too soon she was setting her dish aside. A glance told him she’d barely put a dent in it.
    “I’m already feeling quite full but I don’t want to stop. It’s all so wonderful.”
    “It isn’t going anywhere. Take your ease and then continue once your body is ready.”
    She nodded and settled back against the pillows. He then emptied his plate quickly and took hers back to the table. There were still fruits and vegetables, cakes and a pudding. All of it could sit until morning. Perhaps he would feed her from his hand again. Of course, that was a lesson in patience. Her sensual moans and the look on her face damn near had him shoving the plate out of the way so he could have her again.
    He laughed at himself for the thought, though he knew it was true. By the time he returned to the bed she was fast asleep. He watched her for a moment before pulling off his clothes and climbing in beside her. She looked like an angel—a small, fragile, dark-haired angel. No Kevan woman ever looked so sweet and innocent. Was that Astrid’s draw? Perhaps, but he couldn’t hold it against her. It certainly wasn’t her fault she was human, and so far it hadn’t proven to be a problem. Despite his size, her body had accepted him willingly. He couldn’t wait to have her again but knew she’d need time to rest. Tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough.
    In the end, he wasn’t able to wait until sunrise. He woke her with kisses, and had her beneath him twice more during the night before finally falling into a deep, peaceful sleep.
     
     
    Astrid again woke to the scent of food, but it was the same as before. She immediately remembered where she was and all that had happened. Warmth along one side of her body told her Orestes was still beside her in bed. She blinked her eyes open slowly and looked to the lone window. Bright light speared through the small space between the window covering and the wall.
    “Good morning. Are you hungry?”
    She turned her attention to the large man at her side and her breath caught. He was so handsome. She still couldn’t believe this wasn’t all a dream.
    “No, not yet.”
    He nodded and slowly pulled the blankets down until her breasts were revealed to his hungry gaze. He licked his lips and her nipples automatically hardened for his touch. The sight made him grin.
    “I am, but not for anything on yon table. I think I see the perfect berries for breakfast right here.”
    His playfulness surprised a laugh out of her—a cracked, rusty sound that had gone too long unused. Orestes paused with his head bent halfway to her breasts and stared at her.
    “Orestes?”
    “That was wonderful. Do that again.”
    “What?”
    “Laugh, darling. It does my heart good to hear it.”
    That made her smile but she couldn’t find a reason to laugh again. He watched her face a moment before finally shrugging and turning his attention back to her breasts.
    The first swipe of his warm tongue had her gasping and digging her fingers into his thick hair. He hummed against her skin and slid his hands up her sides. He held her