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Her heart sped up as she angled her head toward Jerrard’s. She didn’t know what she was doing, being so forward. She wanted to kiss him. Wanted to do much more. And if their passion could help remedy their situation, all the better. Truthfully, she didn’t think it would work. She hadn’t been specially chosen as a magic-wielding human, but maybe there was a chance, albeit small, that what they were about to do could help.

Or maybe she just wanted Jerrard in the worst way.

He was so handsome. The moment she’d first laid eyes on him she’d somehow known it would build to this. She’d wanted him then and wanted him ever so much more now. His green eyes, like spring leaves, blazed as he stared at her. His gaze was so intense, yet so caring. She could see on his face that he wanted nothing more than to save her from this place.

How she could be turned on in a place like this? Maybe it was the warm glow from the gems. Maybe it was the fact she’d been turned on by Stenton earlier and not able to fully scratch the itch. Whatever it was, heat rolled up her body as she pressed it against Jerrard’s. He was so solid and muscular. She felt the muscles of his back flex as he took her in his arms.

“Seela, don’t feel like you have to.”

She pulled him in closer, feeling bolder than ever before. “I don’t have to do anything. I want to. I want you, Jerrard.”

At her words, a wide grin spread over his handsome face. His arms tightened around her body, bringing them together as their lips met. She thought of their first encounter, how badly she had wanted to kiss him then. Now, his mouth was urgent. His tongue slid between her lips, licking sensuously as if tasting a treat he’d been dreaming of for a long time. Just his wet tongue in her mouth made her ache, and she her core tighten in anticipation. She was already wet, almost as if her body had grown to expect the pleasure it had recently been enjoying.

He broke away from their kiss and yanked his shirt over his head, using it as a sort of blanket to lay her down on. She allowed him to help her lie back, her heart pounding as he knelt between her knees and pushed her skirts up just far enough to get his hand under.

As his fingers traced up her thighs, Seela arched with longing. She wanted to tell him to hurry up, that she’d been waiting for this, for him, her whole life. She bit her lip instead, the sweet ache of yearning driving her mad.

“Tell me what you want,” Jerrard said, sensing her emotions once again. “Tell me and it’s yours.”

This again? She was no good at speaking her mind. That was a man’s job, wasn’t it? She frowned, squirming as his fingers skimmed the skin around her core.

“Jerrard,” she moaned, throwing her head back.

“Yes?” He arched an eyebrow, enjoying himself too much.

“We don’t have time,” she managed.

He frowned. “Nothing in the world could stop me from pleasuring you, m’lady. Let the horde come. I’ll fight them with one hand while satisfying you with the other. Now, Seela, tell me what you want.” At this, he skimmed his fingers around her folds, brushing past her most sensitive spot. She jolted.

“Do that again,” she said.

Grinning, he did as she asked. The flick of his fingers made her lurch as a shock of pleasure ran through her.

“What else?” he asked.

“Push my skirts up farther.” She blushed at the words, but lost all embarrassment as he did as she asked. Now naked from the waist down, she nearly shook with anticipation.

“What else?” he asked, fingers toying with the soft hair around her folds.

“Touch me,” she said.

“Where? Here?”

His fingers began to play along her pulsing center, touching and teasing, so soft and yet so hot. Seela could barely contain herself.

“You are so wet.” He clenched his eyes shut, exhaling as if he were fighting for control.

But she wanted more. She’d had enough of toying. She knew what she wanted. But how could she tell him?

His eyes opened and he watched her as his fingers played, almost like he knew what she wanted and was waiting for her to say it.

They were prisoners in peril. This might be her only chance. What was she waiting for?

“Jerrard,” she said, sitting up on her elbows. “I’d like you to…”

He arched an eyebrow as one finger ran up and down her sweet spot, making it hard to think.

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