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Chapter Nine
    Breakfast in bed was a shock, especially when she didn't remember falling asleep. One minute she was in the dining room, the next the dawn was creeping through the window and she was stretching with a feeling of refreshment.
    Black silk fitted snugly to Henry's body as he came toward her carrying the tray heaped with toast, jam, bacon and orange juice. The robe he was wearing suited him, but she found herself wishing that his hair was longer. The shorter hair just didn't suit him.
    "I have brought you something to brace you for the day ahead. Artemis isn't the easiest person to deal with."
    "She wants me to use my luck for matchmaking. What could be difficult in that?"
    "This town was also designed to help you gain control of your powers. It is an intersection of lay lines that will recharge you in minutes, after expending enough energy to make you want to sleep for days."
    She prepped some toast with an overly generous scoopful of jam. “Cool. So that is what I felt when we arrived."
    He looked delighted. “You felt something? Excellent.” He took her toast from her and began to munch with glee.
    She noted he seemed quite pleased about something this morning. Disgruntled with her loss of toast, she picked up another piece, scooped out a second healthy portion of jam and plopped on the toast. It was when she was spreading it that she noticed the object in her jam. The small object. The small ring shaped object perched near a corner of her toast just peeking out from the glop of jam. Then she noted the elf on one knee in front of her.
    "Westa Lucidine, will you marry me?"
    She dropped her toast into her lap. On the way down, the glop of jam hit her breast, then slid down her side and spread jelly toward her hip.
    His long clever fingers retrieved the ring from the jam and, maintaining eye contact, he slowly licked it off. “Well? Will you marry me?"
    She thought of all the sarcastic responses she could muster, then looked into her heart. She wanted him, he made her laugh, he was willing and able to protect her from obvious hurts and he had a fantastic house. Why not? “Yes. I will. I don't quite know why yet, but I will.” She smiled and he pushed the slightly sticky ring onto her left hand. They locked gazes for a moment, then began to giggle as they reached for each other.
    His robe fell away under her eager hands and they were soon wrestling for the top position on the bed. She won by virtue of kneeling astride his chest and holding onto the headboard for dear life. His arms were pinned behind her knees and she was laughing with triumph until his tongue lapped out at the jam trail on her upper thigh. She began to vibrate with sensual tension. “That is cheating."
    "Did I ever tell you that I love strawberries?” He took advantage of her suddenly limp muscles and flipped her to her back.
    With his tongue teasing at the trail of jam, she was helpless. Something about his touch rendered her boneless. If he had held her or used any kind of restraint, she would have fought him, even for the sake of fun. But he simply touched her gently, softly, teasing her and she was holding her breath for what would come next.
    As he teased her, she wove her fingers through his hair for a change and held him to her. Not steering or controlling him, but letting him know of her enjoyment through the restless motions of her fingers. Her orgasm came upon her without warning, arching her back and releasing a torrent of moisture from her channel and a howl from her throat.
    This time there was no slow claiming of her body, but a hard thrust that sheathed him halfway and a second that drove him to the hilt. Now she was fighting as his thrusts were keeping her body throbbing and twisting in her orgasm. The sensory overload continued, driving her higher and higher until the next plateau was reached and she blacked out.
    She came to with tears on her face and a concerned elf still within her. “How long was I