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tremulous, she lifted her head slowly and abandoned her caution to the wind to meet his gaze. She couldn’t not meet it, not after that mind-bending orgasm.
    And only with his hand!
    What if he had…? Don’t go there, Cassie!
She ordered herself even as anticipation rubbed through her sensitive flesh.
    “Cassandra?” His sleep-rough voice softened, curiosity piquing in her name.
    “Helcyon?” Is that husky voice mine?
    “Are you all right?”
    “Oh, yeah.” The words rocked out on a shaky little laugh that rolled her body against his. Embarrassment heated her face, and an inexplicable shyness. “I’m sorry.”
    “Never be sorry for pleasure, Cassandra.”
    “But you didn’t—”
    “No, I didn’t.” It was Helcyon’s turn to smile, and his magic fingers reached up to brush the hair away from her face, stroking her cheek. It increased the intimacy of their position.
    “So I am sorry.”
    He shook his head, another chuckle shaking him, this time pressing his cock more firmly against her thigh. He slid his hand down to take hers to him, wrapping her fingers around the hard, hot length of him. Her eyes widened, but she didn’t pull away.
    “Do not be sorry, Cassandra.” He held her hand to his cock then slid his away to stroke her arm. “I will be still, as you bid me now.”
    Oh God.
He’d put his pleasure, or lack of it, into her hand, literally. She searched his eyes, but the compulsion to lose herself in them was curiously absent.
    They were still beautiful eyes, filled with mysteries that she wanted to plunder. She watched his eyes as she slipped her hand up to the thick crown of his cock. His hissed inhale emboldened her, and she stroked her thumb across the head, teasing the slender slit where a bead of moisture already waited for her.
    She didn’t look away, fascinated by the lines tightening around his eyes as she slipped her hand free, tasting that moisture on her thumb. His flavor filled her mouth, drenching her panties with need. His gaze fastened on her thumb sliding between her lips, but despite the longing that crept into his face, he remained still.
    The drop tasted sweet on her tongue. Swallowing the taste, she dropped her hand back to his chest, tracing a line across his belly. Delight filled her when his stomach rippled at the touch.
    “We so shouldn’t be doing this,” she murmured, more out of obligation to say something than any true desire to stop.
    Her hand found his cock, thicker and harder than before. Helcyon said nothing, letting her make the decision for both of them. She could pleasure him or not.
    “We shouldn’t.” She repeated it, finding the protest even weaker as she stroked his length. His cock jerked in her hands, and she watched his mouth tighten. His delicious tongue stole across his lips as he inhaled sharply. Her hand fisted around him, tightening as she drew it up and then down.
    A low moan escaped his throat as her thumb stroked across his crown, new beads of moisture joining the first. She wanted to taste him again. The thought should have shocked her, but Cassandra found that even the token protest wasn’t worth it anymore.
    She slid down the bed, her body aching with renewed desire. Hope flared in those green eyes, and her thighs quivered at the naked want that flashed across his face. He followed her descent as she slid down his body, but even as his cock strained against her hands, he remained still.
    It had to be hell.
    She smiled.
    It was about to get worse.
    The heat of his cock flashed against her face, and she inhaled. The musky, rich scents of the earth, the sweet flavor of vanilla and spice filled her nostrils, and her mouth watered as she let her tongue slide across the head. The taste of him was an orgasm all over again. The heavy length of him slid past her lips as she guided him, hand pumping him harder now.
    She wanted to know his taste.
    She wanted all of him.
    She was going to have him.
    Careful of her teeth scraping, she took as much of