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Farengar exhaled shakily against her cheek. His hips bucked towards her involuntarily, his erection straining through the thin material of his smallclothes. Olria felt the moment when Farengar’s urgency replaced his teasing. The man’s fingers dipped lower, at last finding the center of wet heat that sent lightning bolts of pleasure through her body.

Olria flung herself against him, muffling her cry into his neck. She whimpered as he stroked her. He massaged in tiny circles with the knuckles of his fingers. Olria wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered all sorts of silly things into his ear.

The tingling of Farengar’s spell faded as his concentration shifted. The absence of his magic only increased the feeling of yearning low in Olria’s stomach. Olria let her legs fall open as her head spun. Farengar took the opportunity to slide his fingers lower and circle her slick entrance. He slipped one finger into her.

The alien sensation of pressure and giving-way caused Olria to clutch Farengar tighter. Farengar’s body tensed. He didn’t move for a long moment, his breaths quieting. Olria distracted him by reaching a hand down between their bodies, dragging her fingernails across the tightly stretched fabric that still bound him.

Farengar rewarded her with a load groan. He clamped his lips back over hers, his weight collapsing against her. He pushed one knee between her legs. The heel of his hand applied a delicious pressure while his finger began to slide in and out of her body.

Olria tried to wrap her hand around him, but his smallclothes were in the way. She made a frustrated sound. She tugged at his waistband, but Farengar grabbed her wrist. “No,” he said. He placed a kiss in the palm of her hand before tucking it under his body. Pinned there, she could not touch him. The man returned to what he was doing.

Farengar added another finger. Olria’s muscles pulled at him, her body stretching in the most pleasurable way. She kissed his chest, tasting the perspiration gathering on his skin. As Olria’s need mounted, she squeezed her eyes shut.

Farengar continued the steady pumping of his fingers. The heel of his hand still massaged her pleasure point, his touch light enough to drive her crazy. She pushed her hips up against his palm in time with his movements, her body folding around his lean arm. Olria panted Farengar’s name and kissed his lips. A moment later, the beautiful sensation crested. Her toes curled, and she bit back a cry.

Olria lay breathless in Farengar’s embrace. His hand ghosted up her spine, causing her to shiver again. His fingertips dusted over her face, brushing back tendrils of tangled hair. There was a whisper of tickling magic in that touch.

As the pleasure began to fade, Olria’s thoughts turned to the man holding her. Her eyelashes brushed against Farengar’s chin as she tried to meet his eyes. Her hand now free, she rested it on his waist. She sent a teasing tendril of magic flowing into him.

Farengar’s breath hitched. “Do not be so wicked as to keep tempting me.” His chest rumbled as he chuckled. “I do not want to hurt you,” he said.

Unspoken were the words, Not again.

Olria blinked once, slowly. She trusted him more than he trusted himself “Let me touch you,” Olria said. She trailed her fingertips down his side, relishing in the feel of his skin.

Farengar let out a soft sigh. He did not resist as she tugged at his smallclothes. After a moment, he reached down and helped her pull them off.

Olria knew her restoration magic lacked the amazing focus that Farengar’s had, but she decided to give it another go anyway. His length bobbed against her belly. She wrapped her hand around the base, letting her magic seep through her skin.

Farengar let out a long groan. Olria continued to stroke him, varying the pressure and the pace. She could feel the muscles in his body tense or relax as she experimented. Soon, she’d figured out what pleased him and began to use this to her advantage.

She drifted her thumb over his slit, trailing a bead of wetness. Then she grasped him lightly, running her hand up and down. Farengar kissed the top of her head and buried his face into her hair. He mumbled something incoherent, his breath warm against her scalp.