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- Banished Hero
The fragrance of sweet herbs and rich male skin teased Faye
Lynn’s senses. She opened her eyes, amazed and confused for a moment as to her
location.
In a bed?
Yes.
But not like any bed—or room for that matter—she’d ever been
in before. Both were huge. Her gaze followed the gray stone walls to a
beast-sized fireplace that lit the whole area with a soft, misty glow.
A thick arm draped across her chest, preventing her from
rising. She slipped her shoulder out from under the weight, and a large hand
skimmed over her stomach to her thigh. Her gaze fell on the man sleeping beside
her. His eyes were closed. Thick lashes brushed his high cheekbones.
Her hands itched to stroke the dark hair from his brow and
trace the beard covering his jaw. She remembered the incredible sensation of
his rough chin against her delicate skin. Heat flooded her face.
What compelled her to make love to such a man?
When she’d first seen him by the lake, he looked wild,
capable of tearing her apart if she defied his orders. Now in sleep, he
appeared to be a harmless giant with no intention of hurting anyone.
Her gaze feasted on his broad chest covered with an inky black
fur. Of their own accord, her hands tugged on the blanket to reveal the line of
hair running over his stomach. A horde of locks circled his groin and dotted
the length of his thick thighs.
Faye Lynn noticed the pouch nestled between his legs. Round
and full, like a bag of stones, they evoked fascinating ideas. She imagined
herself as a man, the weight of the balls rocking against her legs when she
walked or ran.
No wondered a man was easily excited. The built-in equipment
could be aroused with the slightest movement.
She longed to play with his testicles, hold them in her hand
and judge their weight.
Tempted, she surveyed his face. His eyes were still closed
so she edged closer. Her hand slipped between his legs. A tentative finger
poked his sack, rolling the small round ball inside against his thigh.
He sighed.
She jerked away, but his hand on her leg flew so quickly, he
caught her wrist before she could react.
“What are you doing?” His dark gaze nailed her.
“Nothing, I, uh...” She glanced at the fireplace glowing
with red embers, then from the tall oak door to the stone walls and finally the
large window. The world through the glass appeared dark and empty. Her mind
mirrored the scene outside, and she struggled for something to say. Heat
radiated over her face.
“Faye Lynn.” He pulled her to his chest. “You’re blushing.”
“Uh.” A thought suddenly occurred to her. “What’s your
name?”
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