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.But no matter how his thumb rocked her ever closer to release, she refused to let go, not without their bodies joined."Are you a virgin, Ada?" The husky tone of his voice pulled her eyes open.The unaffected statue was gone; in its place was a man losing control."Tell me."In the eye of her own storm, she calmed."You would be gentle with me, wouldn't you?" "Yes," he ground out.She sighed and reached between their bodies, grasping his heavy length."No need."Groaning, he filled her with one firm stroke.She cried out.He released her wrists and clamped a hand over her mouth, burying his own mourn in the crook of her neck.His powerful hips propelled their paired rhythm, fast and candid.Every thrust stretched her body and threw her higher into the sky.She wrapped her feet around his lower back and locked one ankle over the other, absorbing his sweet violence.The sheer rightness of his body over hers, in hers, left her dazed and trembling, her climax crashing down like a warm, pelting rain.From beneath Gavriel's muffling hand, she cried out again.Rapid breaths fanned over her neck, his hips jerking until he too was overcome by that pleasure.His body stiffened.And buried in her one last time, he did not groan or shout— merely whispered her name.Chapter 17Ada rested with her head against his chest, hair draped around her shoulders like a blanket Gavriel concentrated on the steady cadence of her breathing, lest his mind, body, and soul begin another torturous contest Lust had dissipated, a cloud blown into strands across the high, blue sky.In its place was exactly what he sought A place of peace, no matter how brief.He would have lain by the banks of the Tagus and held her for eternity, nude beneath the tentative shade of spring leaves.Yet the time spent in each other's arms felt more like a blink.Brief, yes, but not without consequence.Not in the least.Upon arriving in Ucles, he would find either forgiveness or banishment.He would either become a clergyman or return to the life that set him on course to collide with his father.Violently.Ada had no place in either future, no matter their attraction.He felt the need to protect her even still, especially from herself, and knowing they would be separated upon Jacob's return sat like a morn between his ribs.His own future was a shambles, but he would not let her slink back into a life of misery and mindlessness.When she raised her head, Ada wore no more contentment on her face than he felt.She scrutinized him even as she idly stroked his chest hair, down to the skin, petting.Silently she asked the same question that battered inside his mind: What now?"You and Jacob were lovers," he said quietly."Never."When he had stood before her, naked and aroused, offering his shaft, she had not shown surprise or fear.And he remembered where they first met, there in the brothel.She had been desperate then, desperate and in debt What other means of procuring her precious drug had she employed?The very idea of Ada's mouth on another man burned him from the inside out.He could not breathe, so surprised at the violence of his reaction.His throat ached as if he had swallowed bright red coals.He pushed her away and sat up, untangling their limbs."Then you were a prostitute," he said as plainly as pounding blood would permit."I never was.""Then what—?"Ada gasped.He looked to the side, expecting any manner of villains to intrude on their private idyll or Blanca, at the very least.Although the girl helped arrange clandestine affairs for her aunt, Gavriel did not intend to share this particular affair with anyone.But no one approached.Ada had followed him to a sitting position.Eyes rounded, she stared at his back.Not this.Not now.I am not strong enough."Who did that to you?" she asked, her voice ragged.He had kept her hands above her head purposefully, to save her injured knuckles from further damage and to keep her from touching his back.But she reached for him now, fluttering the softest touch over ridges of scarred flesh.Although he knew her fingertips were cool—knew it in his mind—he only felt the burning slice of a whip.But he did not flinch or pull away.He had learned to hide his weakness, knowing the punishment was worse for those who showed cowardice.So he sat naked and perfectly still, his back straight, as Ada scuttled closer."Gavriel?""Leave it, Ada.""Absurd, foolish man."She stood and found her red gown, shaking out the kirtle that still smelled of smoke.Smoke and Ada.He kept his eyes pinned on the rushing water, deep shame conquering the desire to catch one last glimpse of her naked body
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