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set him to attack anyone who moved except Simon, whose scent he knew. That would put Rhiannon in danger if she were alone, but Simon had no intention of releasing her. As long as they were locked together, the horse would not attack. |
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In fact, Ymlladd gave no signs of restlessness or bad temper when Simon released him. Instead, he wandered a few steps away to suck water from the stream and then lip at leaves on the bushes that grew on the bank. Had Simon been less preoccupied with his own feelings, he would have noted this behavior as being very strange. As it was, he merely lowered his head and fastened his mouth to Rhiannon's. |
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She had been about to say something, but the feel of Simon's lips put it right out of her head. This was not the first time he had kissed her; there had been formal exchanges in greeting and parting, but this was very different. There was a physical urgency in the force of his kiss and in the quivering intensity of his arms around her, although he was not holding her tight. Rhiannon was in no condition at the moment to analyze anything, but later she understood just how skillful Simon's "assault" on her was. To other women, a crushing grip would signify passion, but Simon knew it would mean restraint and compulsion to her. So he held her close enough that their bodies touched and she could feel his tense eagerness, but loosely enough that she could break away if she chose. |
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Thus, it was Rhiannon who pressed closer, one arm around Simon's neck and the other around his hard-muscled back. This encouragement and the deep, sighing breath she took led Simon to experiment further. His left arm still encircled her shoulders, but his right hand began rhythmically to stroke her back, dropping lower and then lower until he was caressing her buttockscaressing and pulling her closer. Simon knew what Rhiannon must feel each time he drew her tightly against him. Since he was dressed for |
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