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tip of his tongue a little deeper and began to lick. Jane’s body
stirred. Her head moved to one side.
    Raj lengthened the stroke of his tongue a fraction. He slid
against the groove of flesh along her clitoris and pulled away.
    “Use me,” he said.
    “What?” She looked down at him, dazed. Her pale skin was so
soft. The large, dark nipples of her lovely breasts made him clench his jaw. He
wanted to draw things out for hours, spend time attending to those glorious
breasts and all the places on her body he still hadn’t had occasion to explore.
He wanted to arouse her till she shook and wept and lost control.
    For himself. Not her. Another
selfish thought, confirming that he’d lost his way. When was the last time he
had wanted something for his own sake? Had he ever? Selflessness was the first
principle they’d taught him at the temple.
    Raj wasn’t himself. Perhaps he’d died in that garage and
been reborn as a new man. Jane’s man. Her flawed but very much devoted man.
    “Move on me,” he urged her. “Use my mouth to make it good.”
    He liked that she was staring at him. Clearly she could see
the hunger on his face. No other woman had ever seen him so nakedly aroused, so
stripped of all restraint. It was right that she should see the new man she’d
created.
    He was painfully hard. As hot for her as he had ever been
for anyone, and heaven knew that his capacity for desire had always been great,
even among temple lovers.
    To satisfy that appetite, Raj lowered his head between her
legs and licked. The barest movement up and down beneath the
bud that swelled against his upper lip. She was perfect. Plump and slick
with moisture for him, his cock, the pleasure he could give. And take.
    And take. Again the strange new impulse to
let go of his control. Focus, Raj. You know
this has to be extremely good . He lifted away slightly and pressed two
fingers of his right hand to her opening. She tensed; he turned his head and
kissed her thigh. “Relax,” he said. “I may have lost my mind. I still know
better than to hurt you.” Her muscles eased, and he slid two fingers into her
wet pussy.
    She was exquisite. A warm, wet clasp of
invitation. He hooked his fingers into the soft flesh behind her clit. A slow, beckoning motion. “How is it?” He glanced over her
breasts, her belly, all that lovely skin, and then sought her gaze.
    She was flushed, unfocused. Sexy,
infinitely sexy.
    He licked her thigh with the abandon he’d soon use to lick
her cunt. The promise of the gesture wasn’t lost on her. She spread her thighs
wider, arching toward him. Raj returned his mouth to her and licked from the
base of his fingers all the way up her slit, once, then twice, then many, many
times.
    He kept it slow, but when he started licking up and down, he
felt it. That telltale patch of dead time where she went completely still, her body almost limp . When she came back to life, all her
responses intensified. After which he knew that she’d crossed over to that
place where every movement brought the pleasure closer, made it fuller. And he
was soon astonished by how far she’d go, how much of her true self she’d show.
    Her hips rose and fell beneath his mouth; the softness of
her thighs cradled his face. He stroked inside her, licked her pulsing flesh.
She whimpered, panted, mewled for him. Then she was moving, back and forth and
side to side. And it was hot. Extremely hot to feel her pussy
brimming over. He teased around her hardened clit and felt her trembling
body start to quake. Then Raj began to stroke and lick and moan with her into the climax, which he rode in concert with her body. The sound of her release when it was over echoed through him,
hardening his cock and softening his heart.

Chapter
Eight
    “What happens when you masturbate?” They were resting—after
how much time, she didn’t know. Shadows had thickened protectively around them,
and she was in his arms, examining the heated curve of muscle in his