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have only to kiss me and I will swoon and beg for more,” she gasped, trying to swallow when her mouth had gone dry.

    He nipped her earlobe, his heated breath teasing her ear and sending currents of
    sensation through her that seemed to sharpen her awareness of him. His scent filled her nostrils, teased her tongue with his taste. His heat cloaked her. The hard muscles of his body tantalized her, barely brushing her with each frantic breath she took. “You may keep your kisses if it pleases you to withhold them,” he whispered against her ear,
    catching both of her wrists in one hand and lifting the other to push the shoulder of her gown down. “I had something else in mind.”

    Feeling strangely weak and light headed, Aliya was scarcely aware of any
    purpose to the stroke of his hand along her skin until she felt him dip beneath her bodice and cup one rounded breast. She gasped then, stiffened, trying to draw away as he lifted it from her bodice, but it was too late. His mouth settled over the distended tip, closed tightly upon her flesh. Her belly clenched as he sucked it, teasing her nipple with his tongue. Heat, like molten fire flowed through her, pouring into her lower belly and
    spawning a strange sense of excitement and need.

    “S..stop,” she finally managed to whisper shakily, although by that time she
    wasn’t at all certain she wanted him to stop.

    He ignored the command, continuing to suckle and tease her breast until she’d
    begun to feel as if she would faint. When he finally lifted his head to look at her, disappointment flooded her and it took all she could do to lift her eyelids to look back at him.

    “As you please,” he murmured, straightening.

    Aliya stared at him blankly, feeling curiously bereft that he’d stopped.

    “No doubt you’re tired. I will send a maid to help you to bathe and prepare for
    bed,” he murmured, releasing her and stepping away.
    THE DEVIL’S CONCUBINE
    Jaide Fox
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    Still confused, feeling achy and oddly discomfited, Aliya merely stared at him.
    Finally, uncomfortable beneath his gaze, she turned away, looking around the great room at the sparse furnishings--for it contained little besides the huge bed in the center, an odd assortment of chests and tables, and a single chair. “I have no clothes,” she murmured, feeling suddenly lost and more alone that she could ever recall in her life.

    “I will send for your belongings in a few days. In the meanwhile, I’m sure the
    maids can find something for you. Are you hungry?” he asked abruptly when she merely turned and stared at him blankly.

    “You will send for my belongings?”

    He shrugged. “Aye. When the army your father is amassing moves off. I’ve no
    desire to lose good men gathering your trinkets.”

    Aliya felt her jaw sag. He had dismissed her father and his army as with no more
    than a shrug for the inconvenience to himself? Abruptly, all of the emotion she’d been holding at bay flooded into her in a chaotic storm. She was too enraged to think of
    anything to say, however.

    Turning away when she remained mute, he strode toward the door they had
    entered but paused there, turning to glance at her again. Abruptly, as his gaze raked her bodice, Aliya became aware of her dishabille and grasped the shoulder of her gown,
    straightening the bodice and covering her breast. His lips thinned. “The shutters are bolted as well as yon door.”

    Aliya glanced at them, realizing belatedly that he had not covered them for her
    comfort but to make sure she couldn’t make another attempt to destroy herself.

    The arrogant cad!

    “I don’t care for them,” he added thoughtfully. “Perhaps over the next few days
    you can entertain yourself with creating a design the carpenters can carve into them?”

    At the comment, Aliya turned from her contemplation to look at him again,
    allowing a faint smile to curl her lips. “I would rather entertain myself with the design I would like to carve into your