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371 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published January 1, 1993
But that meant she was no virgin. It didn't please him. Despite his lust for her, he didn't want her to be a wanton...
"Now this is important, and if you lie to me, I swear I'll beat you. Are you a virgin?"
He'd felt as if all the pleasures of life had turned to dross because his damsel was a wanton, not a misguided angel.
"I intend to marry him."
"But of course."
"Why 'of course'?" she demanded.
"Because if you didn't," he remarked, "you'd be just the whore you are painted."
He dragged her close and kissed her. Chastity froze. This was a terrible sin, wasn't it?
He took a slice of beef and slowly rolled it. "Now, what does this remind you of?"
Chastity frowned over it. "A roll of beef?"
He considered it. "Too small? You're doubtless right." He rolled two more slices around it and showed it to her. "Is that more to your taste?"
He put the meat into her left hand, grasped her right and guided it to his crotch. "What do you think?"
His head lowered and he licked some cream from her breasts in a long sweep. Dreamlike, Chastity kept sucking on his finger. She felt his tongue swirl around first one nipple, then the other, and caught her breath at the sweetness of the sensation. His tongue tickled the tip of each one. "Ah, my beauties," he murmured, "you envy my finger, don't you."
Her gown hung from her shoulders and from the waist up she was all stained milk, cream, and bare skin.
Desperate, she drew his finger deep into her mouth, but he laughed and dragged it free. "Sweet heaven, Chloe. One of us will draw blood at that rate."
"I was maladroit, but would it not excite you, mignon, to know you are to be fought over?"
"No," said Chastity, but something inside told her she was lying.
She looked at the tart, then threw it at him. He just stood there as golden fruit and juices and rich yellow cream slid slowly down his lithe torso. It landed on his penis, hovered there for a moment, then dropped off, leaving him well decorated.
He looked down and grinned. "I do believe dinner is served, milady."













