But something about her appearance had his protective instincts surging. She was thinner than he’d remembered. And she had the drawn, haunted look of someone who slept only a little and worried a lot. Well, he’d see to that. His wife would sleep well. He’d keep her just on the edge of orgasm until she was so exhausted that she’d drift right to sleep after screaming his name. His back straightened, and he had to keep a devious smile from his face. But human females were different from Clecanian females, weren’t they? They could orgasm multiple times. An unlimited number apparently. If that was
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