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m up the stairs to his room.
Inside, he turned around (no mean feat for someone built the way he was!)
and pulled me into his grasp. I was surprised, but the smell of his skin
so close to my nostrils inflamed my desire. I did not understand it, but
it was somewhat akin to the shame I felt when I had climaxed beneath Styur
all those times. Only, for this time, I was allowed to feel pleasure. To
enjoy the touch of my centaur lover, whom I had chosen for my bedmate
tonight. Whom I wanted. "Oh, Bethsany, what are you doing in my room?"
He looked me in the eyes. "Don't you know I'm going to leave tomorrow? Is
that fair?"
"Yes," I breathed. "For there is no danger in loving you except what
you choose to do, Adam. I just need to be treated right tonight."
"Very well," he smiled, touching the sides of my face with his hands
and lifting my gaze to meet his. He pulled me close, and I waited. But
instead of my lips, his mouth first touched my nose, then my cheek. And
then he kissed my mouth. I moaned, Aimee', with a lust I knew
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