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A Stroke Of Midnight :: Гамильтон Лорел
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“The Goddess saw fit to give each court dominion over different areas of fertility,” Hawthorne said.
“What the Goddess saw fit to divide, she can also remake,” Doyle said.
I squeezed Adair’s hand. It made him turn and look at me, a frightening glimpse of eyes, then down at the floor again. “I won’t hurt you, I promise.”
He spoke with his eyes still downcast. “I am more afraid I will hurt you.”
Frost laughed.
It made all of us look at him.
He shook his head. “Do you remember what I said to you that first night?” he asked.
I smiled, and nodded. “Yes, and I remember what we did.”
“You will not hurt her, Adair. Did you not see what she and Mistral did in the hallway?”
Adair licked his lips, and darted another glance at me. “Did you have an audience the first time?”
“Ah,” Frost said, and a look almost of gentleness came to him.
Doyle put it into words. “We have all been where you are now. So long without the touch of a woman. We all wondered if we had forgotten how to pleasure anyone, including ourselves.” He clapped Adair on the shoulder. “I will not say that we did not improve with practice after so long a fast, but we managed, all of us, from the first time, and so will you.”
“I think he wishes less audience,” I said.
“Who would you have stay, and who go?” Doyle asked.
“Let you and Adair decide.”
That earned me a startled look from Adair. “You would let me choose who stays and who goes?”
“Most of these men are my friends and lovers, but they are not so intimate with you. Tonight is for your pleasure.”
“I want it to be your pleasure, as well.”
I smiled at him. “As do I. What I mean to say is, I have had my pleasure as I wish it. I would have you, this night, have your pleasure as you would wish it.” I sat up, away from the headboard. “How do you want me? What do you want to do with me? What dream or fantasy has tormented you the most? What have you missed the most?”
He looked at me then, not a darting glance, but a full-out stare. His eyes glittered, and it wasn’t magic. “Everything.” He looked away, so I would not see him cry.
“Everything is a tall order,” I said, “when we will be soon to wait upon the queen’s call.”
His shoulders hunched, just a little, almost as if I had struck him.
I squeezed his hand, and pulled him gently toward the bed. “It is a tall order, but I will do my best.
“The Goddess saw fit to give each court dominion over different areas of fertility,” Hawthorne said.
“What the Goddess saw fit to divide, she can also remake,” Doyle said.
I squeezed Adair’s hand. It made him turn and look at me, a frightening glimpse of eyes, then down at the floor again. “I won’t hurt you, I promise.”
He spoke with his eyes still downcast. “I am more afraid I will hurt you.”
Frost laughed.
It made all of us look at him.
He shook his head. “Do you remember what I said to you that first night?” he asked.
I smiled, and nodded. “Yes, and I remember what we did.”
“You will not hurt her, Adair. Did you not see what she and Mistral did in the hallway?”
Adair licked his lips, and darted another glance at me. “Did you have an audience the first time?”
“Ah,” Frost said, and a look almost of gentleness came to him.
Doyle put it into words. “We have all been where you are now. So long without the touch of a woman. We all wondered if we had forgotten how to pleasure anyone, including ourselves.” He clapped Adair on the shoulder. “I will not say that we did not improve with practice after so long a fast, but we managed, all of us, from the first time, and so will you.”
“I think he wishes less audience,” I said.
“Who would you have stay, and who go?” Doyle asked.
“Let you and Adair decide.”
That earned me a startled look from Adair. “You would let me choose who stays and who goes?”
“Most of these men are my friends and lovers, but they are not so intimate with you. Tonight is for your pleasure.”
“I want it to be your pleasure, as well.”
I smiled at him. “As do I. What I mean to say is, I have had my pleasure as I wish it. I would have you, this night, have your pleasure as you would wish it.” I sat up, away from the headboard. “How do you want me? What do you want to do with me? What dream or fantasy has tormented you the most? What have you missed the most?”
He looked at me then, not a darting glance, but a full-out stare. His eyes glittered, and it wasn’t magic. “Everything.” He looked away, so I would not see him cry.
“Everything is a tall order,” I said, “when we will be soon to wait upon the queen’s call.”
His shoulders hunched, just a little, almost as if I had struck him.
I squeezed his hand, and pulled him gently toward the bed. “It is a tall order, but I will do my best.