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virgin boy, please stop.”
    She allowed him to move her hand away, rubbing the backs of her knuckles against the furred skin of his thigh. “My apologies. But you do feel wonderful, husband.”
    He snorted.
    “I mean it.” She grinned up at him. “Would it shock you to learn that I’ve had the most marvelous fantasies about you? The two of us alone in a moonlit pool. Or on a blanket in a secluded glade, or teasing each other under the table at a dull banquet—”
    “Stop, gods, please.” The grimace on Matthias’s face would have made her think he was in pain if she hadn’t felt his cock throb against her wrist. “Another word from you and I will spend.”
    She stretched her arms over her head languorously. “If you touch me, I’ll be too busy enjoying myself to tease you.”
    “Now there’s an idea.” He shifted down a bit, urging her legs wider. His fingers slid up the long muscle of her thigh, brushing through the soft curls at the top before taking the entire mound in his hand. One searching finger slipped between her folds and found the tiny, hard nub that held so much of her pleasure. He traced circles around it, and her hips pressed up into his touch. She moaned at the blissful sensations dancing though her flesh, making her ache for more.
    “You like that, do you?” Matthias murmured, sounding pleased with himself.
    “Mmm. More, please.”
    “Well, then.” He settled down to a slow, deliberate rhythm, dipping down to draw her own wetness up and over the throbbing point. She gasped when he stopped, a complaint on the tip of her tongue, then gasped even louder as he slid one finger inside her. 
    “How does this feel?” he asked.
    “I—OH!” His fingertip pressed against something, a spot that sent flames of need licking up through her belly. “Yes!”
    He resumed his stroking, inside and out, and it was too much and not enough at the same time. Her head thrashed on the pillow as she tried to make sense of the delicious blaze roaring through her. Panting, she tried to focus on him, but he pressed up and she had to close her eyes, back arching as she was washed away into a sea of incandescent bliss.
    After what felt like a lifetime she sagged down onto the mattress, gazing at him in adoration. “That was wonderful,” she said, then coughed. For some reason her throat ached. “Why do I sound so hoarse?”
    One corner of his mouth curled up. “You scream when you spend, my dear. I have to admit I rather like it.”
    There was a smugness in his tone, a male who had pleasured his woman. “Good, because I plan on you doing that to me again,” she said, absurdly pleased at the fact that her toes had curled under from the force of her orgasm. “But first make love to me. I want to feel you inside me.”
    “As you wish.” He moved over her, fitting between her thighs like he belonged there. She reached down and guided his shaft, letting a hissing breath out as he breached her. He was indeed as thick as she’d assumed he would be. It took her a few moments to adjust to the sweet stretching burn of her inner muscles as he pushed into her inch by inch.
    He paused halfway, pulling almost all the way out again. “Nooo,” she moaned.
    He chuckled. “Patience, my queen. I’ll give you what you need.” He thrust forward again slowly, sinking deeper in her, and again, and again until he was buried in her. “I’m inside you now, little bird,” he whispered into her ear. “All deep and tight and so very warm.”
    Danaë dug her fingers into the meat of his back, gripping him close. “You feel wonderful.”
    And he did, better than her fantasies, better than any of her other partners. It was the difference, she realized, between a musical student and a maestro. Her other lovers had been her age, still learning the erotic arts, enthusiastic but clumsy in their coupling. Matthias was an expert, playing her body like a stringed instrument and eliciting the loveliest song from her muscles and