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As I watched, she turned a bit to the side, revealing her profile as she reached for the candle. Seconds before she blew out the light, I watched her hands move down from her hair to her breasts.

I had to bite my tongue to keep from howling.

I sighed and stood. I needed to shower and then get to bed and sleep this off. I turned on the shower and stepped into the hot water. As I lathered up, Bryn again flashed through my mind. I couldn’t resist it anymore, so I took my cock in my hand, stroking it as I recalled the image of her—the way the firelight had glowed across her skin, how soft and supple every curve of hers looked. If she had turned to look at me the way that she had in the mess hall, her pink tongue licking over those full, pouty lips…I would have come undone.

I could picture her lying across my bed, her gorgeous hair spread out around her, her hands on my chest, her thighs pressing into my sides as I buried myself as deep inside her as possible. I imagined nuzzling into her