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of damp earth and new growth filled the sheltered walk. |
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"You will remember well enough," Simon said so harshly that Alinor wondered why he should be angry with her and looked up. |
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His mouth fastened on hers at once and he backed her further into the corner so that his big body nearly concealed her. He kissed her, bit her lips, pushed her headdress off so that he could loosen the wimple from her throat and ears. |
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"Simon!" Alinor protested half-heartedly. The pleasurable sensations his lips invariably produced blurred the danger of their situation. |
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He kissed her ear and the sensitive spot behind the lobe of the ear. He sucked gently at her throat. Alinor let her head fall back to facilitate his caress. His arm tightened around her and the rings of the mail bit into her arm and back. The discomfort half roused her. |
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"Simon, stop," Alinor whispered. "If we are caught, I will be sent back with the Queen. Beloved, only wait until the Queen's party leaves. Simon" |
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