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Nora tied off her thread and taped a gauze pad over the stitches

"See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?"

"I think I al onto his back

Nora laid a hand on his inner thigh and slid it up to his crotch

"I don’t think ‘al masochists"

"If I didn’t think you’d tear my stitches, I’d insist upon it"

She raised her eyebrow and started opening his pants

"I won’t tear a thing," she promised as she pulled her top and panties off He’d never seen a blacker, uglier bruise than the one on her side And yet she still seeentle, believe it or not"

"Where did you learn how to be gentle?"

"Where else?" she asked, the shadow of sadness briefly crossing her face "Wesley"

The sadness disappeared as the Nora he knew and loved and hated and loved again reappeared in her wild green eyes

"Now stay still while I blow you Doctor’s orders"

"Mon Dieu" He gripped the bar of the headboard as she worked her siren’s spell on hiers as well as he did She pulled up and straddled hi down onto him an inch at a tirabbed his wrists and pinned them to either side of his head

"Behave yourself," she said, narrowing her eyes at hian toto survive this fking, we have to be careful"

"If you insist"

He relaxed underneath her, surrendered to her will, her body

"You would have died," Kingsley said as she bent over and kissed hi her instead of him--they would have killed you both You corinned