“Aye, were I not, then I would be now. You were inside of me, Severin, inside my body, touching my womb. It is a feeling that makes me want to hold you even now and stroke you with my hands and bring you into me again. I am truly sorry that you have no time.”
“By Saint Eggbert’s nose, you will kill me with your thoughts. Nay, continue to think, it will not harm me, but perhaps it isn’t wise for you to speak your thoughts aloud. What did you say you wanted me to do to you?”
“It’s what I want to do to you. Let me touch you with my mouth again just as you touched me last night. Remember when I held you in my hand and wouldn’t let you go?”
He actually shook as she spoke. “Aye, I remember. I would have laughed had I not hurt so much. I remember that first time you took me
into your mouth. It”-he swallowed, feeling awash with lust-“pleased me.”
She rose slowly, gently laying the primrose against his chest. She pressed herself against him. She slipped her hand between them and found him. He was already hard as the wooden stake that held up her irises.
She outlined him with her fingers. “I should like to do that again, Severin. Soon now, very soon.”
He shifted his weight from one leg to the other. He thought he’d die.
“Do what exactly?”
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