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He continued until raw arousal flared through her and she lifted herself with a stabilizing hand on his chest as she took over the movements.

She urged him back to the bed and avoided the freshly bandaged wound of the arrow but her hand covered the scars on his chest as she moved. It felt so good. This was so good.

She slid up and down, taking long strokes that milked her muscles against him. Her eyes opened and she found his intense blue gaze on her.

She took another stroke and saw what she was doing to him reflected in his eyes. There was no hate, no coldness in his eyes, but intense heat, pleasure, and desire.

He likes this. He likes it a lot.

It was a heady sensation, knowing how she can make him feel like this. That she can give him pleasure. That she can erase the pain of the past from his eyes...even for a moment.