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the edge, but Jakuta didn’t linger there.
Instead he set about a thorough exploration, tongue dipping and swooping, slicking
over her frantic, pulsing flesh. Each touch was sublime, ratcheting her arousal
until it was strung tight, needing only a little more to snap.
    She’d lost control of her body, couldn’t stop it from
writhing and rising, as though trying to follow his tongue. If he wasn’t
holding her legs apart her thighs would have closed around his head, trying to
hold him there to work this miraculous magic until the stars of their world
fell from the sky.
    He circled the entrance to her pussy, stroked up into it
with his tongue. The caress brought her head up, eyes flying open in response
to a deep inner pulse of bliss. Looking down along her body, she met his
ravenous gaze and suddenly, more than anything, she wanted to be filled by him.
A low cry of desire burst from her throat and Jakuta’s eyes blazed in
acknowledgement as he slid his thumb over the same spot, pressed deep.
    “By the Goddess, yes. Oh yes.”
    Lifting her legs, she dug her heels into his shoulders,
rocked her hips in time to the circling thrusts of his thumb, the flicker of
his tongue against her perineum. But it was becoming too much, the need to come
so strong it was as though she hovered on the edge of a sword, waiting for the
final slice of the blade.
    He closed his lips over her clitoris, began to suck.
    Release was like a ball of fire exploding deep in her belly
and rushing with devastating, cleansing force through every vein and sinew in
her body. Behind her tightly closed eyelids were flashes of white. All she
could hear was the booming thunder of her heart. She opened her mouth to
scream, but nothing came out except a series of harsh, high gasps.
    It was like being flung into a wild river, buffeted on all
sides and flung over the falls into ecstasy. Never had she been so aware of her
body and yet so unable to control its reactions. Her legs were stiff, flung
over his shoulders, tingling ribbons flashing and whipping around them with
each inner pulse around his thumb. Heat rushed over her body and up into her
face like the swell of a giant, drowning wave, leaving her stomach trembling,
her breasts tingling and tight in its wake.
    “Beautiful.” She heard Jakuta’s voice as though from a
distance, still too wrapped in the ongoing delight to respond. “By the Orixás,
I could watch you come all night.”
    He withdrew his thumb to pass it, slick and hot, over her
clit and Gràinne pressed her eyes closed even tighter, her back arching at the
new, overwhelming sensation. Kissing his way up her body, Jakuta sent sparks
into her skin with each impression of lips on belly, sternum, each breast,
creating sharp aftershocks of pleasure.
    As though released by the force of her orgasm, memories
began scrolling through her mind, slowly at first then with gathering speed,
each bringing with it the attendant emotions she hadn’t felt when the events
first occurred. Soon the images came so swiftly they left just an impression on
her closed eyelids. But her reactions lingered, piling one atop the other,
growing, expanding—overwhelming. Happiness, revulsion, sadness, surprise,
disgust, amusement—bombarding her until she was going insane from the
onslaught.
    Pain racketed through her head and she clutched her hair,
trying to make it stop. She couldn’t breathe, the air sucked out of her lungs
by the cacophony and visions of times long past churning in her brain. It was a
cyclone, growing stronger and faster, widening, threatening to suck her under
or blow her apart. In the center of the roaring mass was a black pit—silence,
peace, perhaps even death. If she could get to it everything would stop, and
that was all she cared about.
    Gathering what strength she could, Gràinne lunged for
oblivion.

Chapter Five
     
    Gràinne was rigid, face colorless, twisted with agony, wet
with tears. Jakuta shouted her name again, pressing his hands over