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She, Nadia of the Therisne tribe, had a new mission.
Chapter Eleven
What was happeningright now? Was this real?
James blinked in shock, his jaw clenched as he stared down at Nadia, kneeling before him.
The smile on her face, though, made him realize it was. And that she was enjoying this torment of looking but not touching yet.
He hadn’t meant for it to go this far. To remove any clothes, because it was a damn risk. Even with the lock he’d pushed on the door.
But then he’d tugged her breast out of her corset, and now she was on her knees in front of him.
It was impossible to stop.
He gasped as her hand cupped the hard length of him beneath the pants.
“Nadia, you don’t—”
“I want to.” Her head tilted up so she looked at him. God, he wished he could see her eyes. “Unless you’d rather I didn’t?”
The air hissed out from between his clenched teeth. Channeling his inner Aidan, he curled his fingers around her braid and tugged her head closer to him.
“I’d rather you did.”
Her soft laugh had him straining against his pants.
She fumbled with the buttons and zipper before easing the waist and boxer briefs down.
He sprang free, long and hard, and when she gasped, a wave of something primitive swept through him.
She curled her hand around him, sliding up and down with a firm grip, seeming to be getting familiar with his length and girth.
Her thumb swept over the sensitive head of his cock and he could’ve sworn she murmured, “Impressive.”
But before he could reflect further on it, she replaced her hand with her mouth.
He groaned, closing his eyes to focus on the heat of her mouth on him. But he snapped them back open, not wanting to miss a thing.
And it was the hottest sight ever. Nadia on her knees with one full breast popped out of the corset—the raspberry-red nipple still taut.
Her lips were wrapped around his cock as she took him deeper and then retreated. Only to repeat the process.
Oh, dear god, he was going to embarrass himself. He wouldn’t last long at this rate.
He tightened his grip on her braid. The spray that had turned it green left a hard texture on the strands.
What color was her hair naturally? The urge to know had him rubbing his thumb and forefinger absently over a spot while she continued to please him.
A tiny patch of brown appeared and he stopped rubbing.
A brunette.
Like Tori.
No. Oh damn, man, don’t think of her now.
But it was too late. With the brown hair and the big breasts, it was all too easy to envision it was Tori sucking his cock right now.
