<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">He groaned low in his chest as her body responded to his.  He was losing the battle for restraint as her body relaxed -- damend near lost it entirely when she whispered her fantasy to him.  The next thrust was harder and he grunted, hoping he wasn't hurting her but unsure he could hold back.  "Gods, you feel divine," he gasped.  "How have I lived without this."  His kisses turned sharper, possessive.  "You are mine, Gwendolyn -- and I am yours.  No one else," he promised softly.  It wasn't just a demand -- it was a reciprocal offer.  Fidelity from a male partner wasn't expected.  He doubted Gwen was aware that Tiberius had dallied outside his marriage now and again -- most men did.  But what Cameron offered her was unconditional loyalty of his body, just as surely as that of his heart and sword.<br/>
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To prevent the moment from turning too emotional, Cam switched from a soft circle of her clit to a gentle pinch.  "You dreamed of me then, lass?" he asked, letting his voice drop to a husky rumble.  "Perhaps I do not wait for your chambers, but sneak beneath your desk in your office, and lift your skirts.  While you speak with courtiers, I will bury my tongue in your cunt, lick you until you cum, and drink of your nectar -- all while you must pretend there is nothing untoward going on."  He wasn't sure the suggestive talk would appeal to her but fuck, did it turn him on.</span></span>