Free Rapture's Etesian by Charlotte Boyett-Compo Page B

defenseless in her hands as a newborn babe and he knew it. She had hold of the very essence of him and Leksi was aware of her power. Her stroke was firm but gentle—not too tight and not too fast.
    “You are very good at that,” he managed to say.
    “I listen well,” she replied, thinking of the many times she had overheard her aunt and sisters discussing their conquests.
    “Lucky for me, wench.”
    She smiled, but doubted he could see her for he was above her, blotting out the light of the pale moon. She looked up at his dark face, wishing she could see his expression but making a decision, she knew would affect them both forever.
    “Undress me, warrior,” she asked, her voice as soft as her touch upon his staff.
    Though he wanted nothing more than to rip the clothing from her chest, Leksi leaned over and unhooked each button with infinite care. When the last one came undone, he put his fingers under the edge of the fabric and pushed it away from her breasts. Unbound, the soft globes fell sweetly into his palms.
    Kynthia sucked in a breath as his thumbs moved back and forth over her turgid nipples, then circled them with the calloused pads.
    “Please!” she whispered.
    He lowered his hands down her rib cage, burning a pathway down her flesh until he lightly grasped her waist. She was trembling as his fingers found the closing of her breeches and opened them. Even as he drew the fabric down her legs, she had hooked the toe of one foot against the boot heel of the other foot and was pushing hard, grunting with the effort.
    “I’ll get them,” he said, and moved back so he could grip the boots and pull them off.
    Then he drew the breeches from her long legs and tossed them aside.
    With her blouse pushed aside, Kynthia was lying exposed totally to him, her dewy flesh awash in the light of the overhead moon. A part of her reasoned that she should be ashamed of her brazenness, but the larger part of her was eager to know his thrust—his possession.
    Leksi put his hand upon the dark patch of hair at her crotch and cupped her, allowing her to feel the heat of the heel of his palm against her clit. When she squirmed and lifted her hips, he pressed a bit harder.
    “Lay still, wench, and let me pleasure you,” he said in a gruff voice.
    Kynthia stilled, though she lowered her hands to her sides and dug her fingers into the sand. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the delicious maneuverings going on between her legs.
    The warrior slid his hand downward until he could bracket her nether lips with his index and ring fingers of his right hand. His middle finger moved down over his lady’s clit then flicked upward gently, his fingernail making wicked contact with that sensitive little protrusion.
    “Argh!” Kynthia cried out, and drew her lower lips between her teeth to help her keep quiet.
    As he tenderly manipulated her clitoris with deft, possessive upward flicks of his nail, he watched Kynthia’s face, smiling as he saw the strain on those lovely features and the light sheen of sweat that dotted her forehead.
    “Concentrate, wench,” he whispered.
    Kynthia’s eyes popped open for a moment, and then she squeezed them tightly shut. “What the hell do you think I’m doing, warrior?” she demanded.
    Leksi chuckled to himself then dipped his middle finger into her oozing slit.
    Kynthia squirmed as her lover-to-be slowly turned his finger around inside her. As his probe moved deeper into her, she could feel the knuckles of his hand pressing against her vaginal lips. When his finger crooked inside and touched some sensitive spot that made her entire body hum, she jerked her hips upward, wanting more of that sublime sensation.
    “Kratos once told me to search for a small node that feels different than the rest of the lady’s love walls,” Leksi commented.
    “I think you found it,” Kynthia stuttered.
    “Good,” he said and withdrew his finger.
    “No!” Kynthia gasped, her eyes wide.
    “Do you trust me,