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She let the hunger, and the greed with it, the whippy storm of sensations—all the sudden heat, the wonderful aches-—invade. She let them conquer, and gathering them turned them back to him.
She gave and she took, everything he needed to have, everything he wanted to give in return. Wrapped around him, possessing as he possessed, she met every demand, made her own.
He knew the rhythms of her body, and all the secret places to exploit, to seduce, to inflame. Yet she remained a fascination and glorious surprise to him, a constant gift for body and soul.
The way her hands wound through and gripped his hair when he fed from her breast aroused as much as that firm curve, that silky skin. Subtle as the beat of butterfly wings, her quick, rippling tremors, the catch of her breath at his touch added a keen and lusty edge.
The arch of her body—so lithe, so ready—the pounding drum of her heartbeat under his lips told him she needed, wanted, as urgently now as he.
He pleased himself, riding his hands along skin, smooth and warm over tough and disciplined muscle. Delighted himself with the long, supple length of her, his warrior, his wife.
And when his mouth came back to hers, when hers clung to his, fever-hot, that pleasure, that delight spiked beyond reason.
Wet and hot he found her, and drove her up and up, swallowing her gasps and cries like a man starving. When she broke beneath him, he didn’t relent, couldn’t, stroking those fires until she thrashed under him.
“Now. Now. Inside me. You.”
When she bowed up, quivering, he thrust inside her, hard and deep.
Now, she thought again, her breath sobbing, her hands groping. The quaking shook down to her core, shuddered toward her heart as they rode each other. The mating, fast and furious, ruled them both, carved all else away.
Again she thought, you. You. And when she broke this time, he broke with her.
She lay absorbing the aftershocks of her body, and of his. She remembered she’d thought, before Roarke, sex was a basic—sometimes complicated—method of release.
After Roarke? That didn’t start to cover it.
Even now, after fast, crazed sex, his lips brushed lightly over her shoulder. Just a simple and incredible sign of affection.
Those moments, she realized, meant the world to her.
In answer, she trailed her fingers down his back. Then, because they were who they were, pinched his ass, sharply.
“Bloody hell,” he muttered.
“Off, pal. You had your bite of dessert. Big, greedy bite.”
“You did as well.”
“Yeah. Not bad.” She grinned at him when he lifted his head, then tugged on his hair, nipped up for a quick kiss. “Not bad at all. Now I’ve got to go work it off.”
“Fair enough.” He shifted, then pulled her up to sit, stroked a hand over her hair. “Thank you for a lovely
and thoughtful dinner.”
“And dessert.”
“And dessert.”
“How many pizzas do you figure it offsets?”
“Perhaps I can generate a pie chart,” he said as they rolled out of bed.
“Ha-ha. Pie chart. You’re a funny guy. I want a quick shower after that bout.”
“An excellent idea.” He only sighed when she narrowed her eyes at him. “Sex, sex, sex. Do you think of nothing else?”
“Yeah, you’re a funny guy.”
