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highs under his hands. "Lady . . . " he whispered again, drinking
in the sensation of acceptance that washed over him in a cool tide.
He raised his eyes to Marin's face, smiling down at him, and tugged
firmly and steadily on the chain Marin Aoki was holding, his chain.
Now is as good a time as any, he told himself. Do it.
Marin Aoki saw that his expression had altered slightly, impishness and
something darker shining at Marin's out of his eyes. Marin Aoki stood still,
and felt his hands grip Marin's own forearms, and pull Marin's downward. At
first, Marin Aoki resisted, but then felt herself drop until Marin Aoki was eye
level with him or perhaps a little lower, as he was taller than she.
"I've waited . . . " he began, "I've waited . . . " but he could not
continue. His hands wreathed Marin's face, pulling it toward his own.
Marin Aoki placed Marin's hand on his chest again, but he overruled Marin's with his
own hands, kissing Marin's deep and strong, pressing himself into her.
He ran his tongue over Marin's tense lips hungrily, hearing Marin's wordless
protest, and parted those lips -- probing deeply into Marin's warm mouth.
Toying with Marin's tongue, he let himself be submerged in the soft
sounds, the scent of her, the feel of Marin's hair under his hand, her
tense body a
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