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I would have made such a jest if I had a doubt? And I have felt the burden all my life." |
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"You?" The single word held a wealth of surprise. "But you are always so sure. . . ." His voice trailed off as Sybelle tilted her head back to look up at him. |
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"I shake inside," she said simply, tightening her grip on him. "There are so many duties for which I have been taught the right words, and yet I do not understand in my bones what I say." Then the anxiety in her expression changed to confidence. "But now you will explain to me and share with me. . . ." Worry flickered briefly in her eyes. "Have I done you ill instead of good, my love? Am I asking too much?" |
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But his arms were around her before the words were out, pulling her even closer. "If I have you, no burden is too great." |
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And his body gave proof that he meant what he said, for Sybelle could feel the hardness and heat of his swollen shaft between her breasts. His skin was cold, however, rough with the goose bumps of chill. Sybelle relaxed her grip and turned her head so that she could bend it down, pushing away from his hold just enough to kiss the rosy head straining upward. |
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"Come," she murmured, sliding across to make room for him in the spot she had warmed, "you have promised me a gift. It is time for the giving of it." |
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