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He reached up and cupped her breasts “How do you know I’ruffly

She leaned back into his aroats,” she said thoughtfully, “and you s soap” She turned into his arms and smiled up at him “But I’d rather be ravished by you than a satyr, anyway”

“There is a reselint in his eyes

“Oh?”

He nodded toward the mural

Francesca dissolved into laughter

“You mock me, female?” he said in his satyr’s voice “We shall see!” And he lowered her onto a nearby pile of cushions

Sebastian began to undress her, planting kisses as he went, and soon her giggles turned to gasps and moans She was dizzy with desire by the ti Francesca watched hi the view

“You were right,” she said dreamily, “you are very like a satyr”

He growled and reached for her To her surprise, he turned her over, hisdown her spine toward the small of her back His hands closed over the ripe cheeks of her bottohtly and slid one of the smaller cushions beneath her hips

She turned her head to look at hi a satyr again?”

“Why do you think satyrs creep up behind mortal women?”

“To frighten them?”

“To caress them into compliance”

“But a woman would knoas no ordinary man!”