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increased around them. “Whatever will please you.”

Chapter Seven
    W hatever the cost, he would pay it.
    Whatever her price, he would meet it.
    Gold mattered little to him. Power even less. But the value of the silence she brought to his mind was beyond measure and worth anything she would demand in return. And the fact that he could not hear what she asked of him bothered him not a bit.
    As soon as her body began to respond to his touch, he could push the voices from his mind. That respite was worth any price she might ask.
    When she raised her hands and unpinned the brooches from the apron-like tunic of her gown and then pulled the garment over her head, he had his answer and more. From the way in which she moved, hesitant and unsure, he suspected she’d not done something like this before. He wanted to reach over and rip everything else off, but he kept his desire under control and stepped back so that he could watch her as she moved.
    Katla loosened the undergown and unlaced the ties down the front of it. He waited, aching to touch her flesh, to taste her essence and to feel the grip of her inner muscles as she rode him to pleasure. When she paused as though unsure, he directed her.
    “Open your gown, Katla. Let me see your breasts.”
    She tugged on the opening in her gown and spread it wide until he could see both of her full breasts. The nipples were tight buds of a pale, rosy shade, and his mouth watered to taste them. The sight of the bruise stopped him.
    “Who did that?” he asked. His voice must have been louder than he thought, for she flinched. She lifted her hand to cover the lovemark near her nipple, and the movement sent a new fire through his body.
    He read the name she spoke on her lips. Harald.
    Jealousy pierced him when he realized that Harald had been the man before him, the one who had taken the prize of her virginity and the one to whom she would return when they were finished. But she was his now and when she left, she would remember the things they did together; she would remember his touch and his kiss, and he would leave his mark on her for Harald to find and wonder about.
    Dangerous male jealousy fed his desire for her, and he decided to make this passion last between them. To stretch out their pleasure until they were weak with desire and then to quench it, over and over this night and for as many as she or the fates would grant him.
    Did she think of Harald’s touch when it was his hands caressing her? Well, he would pleasure her until she could think of only himself when she thought of coupling with a man. Until she wore his scent, his taste, his mark, and his seed on her and in her.
    “Hold your breasts out to me,” he ordered. She obeyed him, sliding her hands under her breasts and lifting them out of the gown to him. “Rub your thumbs over the tips.”
    Gavin could hear her every gasp in his mind, the blood rushing to her loins, the skin of her breasts tingling as she touched the sensitive buds and made them sing. He gasped as the pleasure of it poured over him. “Again.”
    Her body bucked this time, feeling the same pleasure that he could hear and see. She did it again without his asking and then again. Gavin saw and heard the moan that escaped her mouth that last time, and before he could stop himself, he dropped to his knees in front of her and took one nipple into his mouth, suckling and biting it until she moaned over and over again. Relentless now, he moved to the other, wrapping his arms around her to keep her standing as he teased and tormented until he could hear her blood racing beneath her skin. Gavin leaned back then, unwilling to push her body too fast to completion.
    “Hold them again,” he ordered, for her hands had slipped to his shoulders.
    Katla lifted her breasts to him again, able to refuse but also not willing to miss the pleasure he’d promised her. The scent of him invaded her limbs and her mind, and she sank into its control and his. Her breasts ached