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except for a faint shadow that run along his breastbone and down to the navel. A thicker shadow descended from below the navel to be lost in the pubic bush, but Rhiannon had not yet been attracted to that. She was examining the dark, satiny skin, distressed to see the lines of knotted white scar tissue here and there. |
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Simon laughed at her. There were not many marks. He was strong and swiftand lucky. Nonetheless, he was excited by the attention she paid him and by the breeze-soft touch of her fingers sliding over his shoulder. Hardly thinking, he undid her belt and unlaced the neck of her cotte. Rhiannon did nothing to impede him. She scarcely seemed aware of his actions, watching instead the path of her own fingers as they stroked his body. He captured one hand and undid the sleeve, then the other. |
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That seemed to make an impression. Rhiannon's eyes moved from Simon's body to her own loose sleeves, and she smiled and pulled at the string of his chausses so that the bow came undone. She was aware where they were going now, and raised her eyes to Simon's as she placed her hands on his hips to pull the chausses down. His face was a surprise to hernot the flush that had come up under the dark skin or the lips that were slightly fuller with the turgidity of passion, nor the knitted brows and rigid expression of desire. She had expected his eyes to be bemused, glazed. Instead they met hers fully, alert and demanding. |
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"Wholly mine, only mine, so long as I am solely thine," he said huskily. |
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"As you are faithful, so shall I be," she swore. |
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The oath was sealed by a kiss. If it was not quite the passionless kiss of peace that usually seals a contract, it served the purpose equally well. Rhiannon even managed to slide Simon's chausses down over his narrow hips. He had reached his cross garters and untied them so that a few more contortions left him naked. He allowed Rhiannon to stroke him and |
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