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“Jesus, God, Nicolette,” he pleaded desperately. “What do I do?”

He was panting hard now, his head thrown back with one hand fumbling its way back into the cloth of my skirts, working progressively higher as it went, while the other grasped mine, encouraging me to take his cock again.

“It’s alright, darling,” I promised him softly, wrapping my fingers around him once more and stroking his manhood as roughly as he seemed to need it, while I gently feathered my other hand over his hair. “I’m here to help you. You’ll be okay.”

He shook his head frantically, fighting his primary impulses, only to moan, “Holy damn, you smell so fucking good. I want to taste your honey. Straight from the source.”

“Anything you need,” I promised on an encouraging nod. “I’ll get you through this. I swear it.”

When I leaned in to kiss his forehead, however, he jerked his face up, seeking my mouth.

His lips collided with mine, urgent and fumbling. But then he seemed to align himself, and as soon as he found the best angle from which to kiss me, a firm self-assurance spiked through him, and his tongue drove boldly into my mouth, capturing my own.

He cupped my breasts, massaging them through the fabric of my dress with confident, shocking strokes before he flipped the cloth down from the bustline and my bare bosoms spilled into his palms.

“Oh God,” I wheezed when we broke for air.

He came away from the tree, seeking my mouth again, and the moment his lips reclaimed mine, he compelled me down onto my back on the forest floor. He came over me, never once taking his mouth from mine or removing his hands from my breasts, his thumbs driving my nipples mad. Inside his opened trousers, he arched his hips, thrusting into my palm as I stroked him relentlessly.

“Mmm,” he rumbled on top of me, before shuddering and breaking from the kiss to pull back abruptly. He closed his eyes and shifted his head back and forth in refusal, as if that sane part inside him was trying to break loose and stop himself from ravishing me.

He was going to tear himself apart if he kept this up.

“Farrow,” I whispered, touching his face. “Stop fighting it, my love. It’s okay.”

He tossed his head some more, attempting to rein himself in. “No.”

“I want to do this with you,” I assured him. “Let go, Farrow. Let it happen.”

With his head still bowed over mine, he released a sudden breath and croaked, “Your voice.”

I furrowed my brow, still not certain what he meant when he said that.

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But then he added, “The way you say my name. God, I love your voice.”

My eyes popped open wide. “You do?” Well, that gave me a pompous little thrill of satisfaction.

“Don’t ever stop saying my name.”

“Farrow,” I immediately moaned. “Farrow. Farrow.” I shuddered when he slammed his mouth back to mine, kissing me with a primal force that made my body bow up toward him, drawn to his magnetism.

He gripped the neckline of my dress and tugged, jerking until the fabric tore in half, and my breasts bounced in surprise. His mouth was there immediately, licking and sucking.

“Oh!” I lurched up, not expecting the intensity of feeling. My limbs began to shake, and passion overwhelmed me. A sweet ache rose, stealing over my body, and Farrow just kept ripping my dress apart, all the way down the front until he had it completely halved, and I was exposed in nothing but a pair of knickers.

He was so mad with desire, I wondered if he even knew it was me he was touching. Not that it mattered. This was my true love; only I was allowed to be with him whether he was right in his head or not.

But then he rasped, “My God, Nicolette,” as he took me in from head to toe. “You’re breathtaking.”

I smiled, pleased to hear my name. Even if he didn’t for some reason know it was me, it was me he wanted.

“Farrow,” I murmured.

And that seemed to do the trick. He growled out his need and gripped the waistband of my knickers before stripping them down my legs.

Pleasure pulsed between my thighs as he focused on the wetness gathering there. The way he looked at me was so savage, like a predator spotting its prey, certain it would be dining on a feast tonight.

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