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“Beautiful,” he said softly. “I ache to taste them, to feel them change with each stroke of my tongue. Do you remember how that felt?”

Fire splintered through Amber. She moved restlessly, wanting more than Duncan’s words and the tantalizing caresses that weren’t quite his flesh on hers.

“Do you remember?” Duncan asked again.

“Aye,” Amber whispered. “Like fire and warm rain together.”

Hair slid and stroked and teased Amber’s breasts until she made a small sound with each breath she took. Smiling, Duncan caressed down the center line of her body until long golden hair met hair that was darker, a warm thicket protecting the vulnerable flower within.

When the caress moved on, teasing the pale curves of her thighs, Amber’s fingers curled deeply into the fur. A tremor went through her, followed by another and another, until one knee flexed in helpless response.

“What do you feel?” Duncan asked.

“A chill that is hot rather than cold,” she whispered. “It makes me want to—”

Amber’s voice broke as the caress moved back up to the apex of her thighs, ruffling the hair so tenderly that she wanted to cry out her frustration.

“What do you want to do?” Duncan encouraged.

“Bite your hand for teasing me.”

He laughed and bent down, blowing against her belly and then her loins, teaching her that she hadn’t known what teasing was until that moment. The warm wash of his breath between her thighs sent flames searching through her body.

“Duncan,please.”

“Please what? You have to tell me, precious Amber. I’m not a sorcerer to know your soul at a touch.”

“I ache,” she said.

“Where?”

“Where you are teasing me.”

“And where is that?” he asked.

“Between my…my legs.”

“Ah.”

Smiling, Duncan shifted down the elegant length of Amber’s legs until his breath bathed her ankles.

“Better?” he asked.

Amber made an inarticulate sound that still managed to convey a resounding negative.

“No?” He smiled secretly. “Maybe it is here you ache.”

The warm, teasing exhalation of Duncan’s breath caressed Amber’s knees.

“There?” he asked.

“No,” she said huskily.

But Amber, too, was smiling, for in shifting position Duncan had brushed accidentally against her. Though the contact was barely more distinct than a breath, it swept through her like dawn through night, touching every part of her, teaching her about her husband and herself.

Duncan was enjoying his bride in ways that surprised even him. Though his hunger was a savage ache, it was chained by a greater need to explore the sensuous witch who lay watching him with smoldering eyes.

Knowing that, Amber felt less anxious about playing a lover’s game whose rules were unknown to her. Nor did she fear any longer that Duncan wouldn’t take her.