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seafloor. “We will finish this.”
    “Nay. I see dawn’s light. ’Tis too late.” She squirmed and kicked his shin. His bones vibrated, and he clenched his jaw against the sharp pain. In truth, her strength nigh bested his hold on her.
    Konáll locked her wrists behind her back—first her pleasure, then her maidenhead. He spun her around so she backed his chest. “Forgive me, mìlseachd. ”
    Trapping her waist, he hauled her higher so her feet skimmed the lapping water and carried her up the sandy incline to the middle of four stakes he’d driven into the sodden sand earlier.
    He whirled around, dropped to his knees, and forced her onto the beach beneath him.
    “What of your pecker?” Those sultry lips curled into a sneer. “Risk you it greening and withering?”
    He grinned. “Nay, betrothed. I risk naught. Afore dawn you will be well pleasured, your maidenhead breached, and the curse broken.”
    Charcoal eyes glittered fury at him, the amber flecks in them forcing him to recall the lion’s dire warning.
    Konáll glanced at the horizon and cursed. He bore down on top of her squirming hips and legs, letting his weight still her movements. Working quickly, he spread her wide and bound her wrists and ankles. Once he had her secured, he retrieved the sack he’d hidden after the battle.
    Nyssa spat Gaelic at him—short angry curses. Hissed her rage. Jerked her hands violently. Jolted against the ropes keeping her spread-eagled.
    After retrieving the items he needed from the sack, Konáll knelt between her knees. Moonlight shimmered over her firm breasts and caressed her narrow waist and the slender curve of her hips. Sea drops glittered around the hollow of her navel, the liquid crystals sparkled and danced as she thrashed.
    He was harder than marble, his stones rammed tight and ready to erupt, and the neat triangle of tight, pale curls at the apex of her thighs had him salivating. Frenzied desire heated his skin. Sweat peppered his brow. He concentrated on evening his jerky, rasped breaths. When he regained control of his shaking hands, he retrieved the dildo from its velvet sack and spread the fabric on the sand. Then he set the clay pot of the harem master’s aphrodisiac oil and the ivory penis on the golden square.
    ’Twas time.
    She rampaged against the restraints, her feet drumming the beach, her hands twisting back and forth as the rope allowed.
    After lubricating the carved penis, he settled between her legs and nudged her thighs wide. He rested one arm heavily on her belly effectively quieting her furious writhing. The action did naught to contain her angry shouts.
    She arched and bellowed one vile oath after another.
    He fought her movements, jammed her into stillness, and nuzzled her belly, the soft sweet flesh below her navel.
    “Nay!” She tossed her head from side to side.
    He set his mouth to her core and tongued the hooded source of her pleasure, then blew softly while sliding the penis side-to-side through her folds. The magikal aphrodisiac coated the lips of her puss, and the pink color deepened with each stroke.
    “Aye,” he murmured and took her woman’s nub between his teeth.
    She froze.
    Tugging the sweet flesh lightly, he waited for her to battle him again, but she neither wrenched nor jerked, and her stomach rippled under his palm. He suckled the delicate hood and inhaled her unique perfume. Musk and clover honey mingled with the salt of the ocean and the spice of the oil. Her curls tickled his nose and, unable to resist, he slid the ivory head through the silken pubes and pressed a hard circle against her nub.
    Her belly contracted, and her coarse bellows ceased.
    Spreading her wide with his other hand, he licked the circumference of her folds, and laved the tip of her delectable buttocks crease. The dildo moved easily as her sex slickened. ’Tween the oil’s effects and her honey, the tip of the crown of the ivory cock slipped into her center. Konáll groaned as her walls clamped