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  Tina. She liked it. It was almost an endearment.

  Holding his gaze, she did. Something passed between them. Something that went beyond the erotic sensuality of the moment, heightening every touch, every movement.

  She watched the pleasure roll over his features as she gripped him tight in her hand and pumped. Slow at first, then faster as the passion built on his handsome face.

  A strange sense of power surged through her, knowing that she had the ability to do this to him. To take him to such amazing heights. Surely, it meant something? Surely, this was special?

  He was hot and throbbing under her palm. She could feel the blood pound and pound, until she felt a powerful pulse. He tore her hand away with a growl. A pearly drop emerged from the tip. She felt the most peculiar urge to bend down and lick it. To taste him fully.

  “No more. I need to be inside you.”

  His voice was tight and urgent. She’d never seen him like this. Before his passion had been fierce and hot, but always controlled. But now she sensed the control slipping, sensed him warring with something inside him. He was so close to letting go.

  One more push. Then maybe the barrier between them would shatter. Boldness had worked before. Setting aside modesty, she slowly lifted her chemise over her head and tossed it to the side. Resisting the urge to cover herself with her arms, she knelt before him naked. “Then take me.”

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  Tor was fighting to hold on, but she pushed and pushed him closer to the edge with her innocent eagerness. Giving. He’d never met a woman so giving.

  From behind. Hell. Even with the most experienced of bed partners it was not a base pleasure in which he usually indulged, and certainly nothing he’d dared imagine—despite their first encounter—with his sheltered bride. But she surprised him again and again.

  From the first wicked request to take her from behind, to the heat of her erotic gaze on his cock, to the blessed pleasure of her milking him in her sweet little hand, he struggled for control. Struggled to stop himself from tossing her down on the bed and giving her exactly what she asked for—every bit as rough and gritty as he liked it.

  But when she slid her chemise over her head, revealing every creamy inch of her naked skin, he lost it. Any pretense of control fell away, landing on the floor beside her gown.

  The memories of her lush body had teased him in the darkness, but memories could not compare to seeing her in the flesh. To having every glorious inch of that baby-soft skin revealed in the warm glow of candlelight.

  Stunning. Seductive. More beautiful than any woman should be. A nymph with her long dark hair tumbling around her shoulders in glorious waves as she knelt before him, her breasts full and lush, tipped with the most succulent nipples he’d ever tasted. Against the pale cream of her skin the delicate pink looked even more delectably tempting.

  In the candlelight he couldn’t escape the beauty of her body, and most of all her eyes. They held him and wouldn’t let go. Dark and luminous, full of tenderness and emotion he didn’t want to see.

  “Then take me.”

  If she’d intended to drive him mad with lust, she had succeeded. God’s wounds, he would take her. From behind, from on top, from under, from the side—any way and every way he could have her. Now.

  Circling her waist with his hands, he lifted her off the bed and brought her hard against his chest, jolting at the sharp sizzle of awareness as skin met skin and their bodies locked together. He buried his face in her hair, starved for the taste of her. His mouth and tongue devoured the honey-sweet skin of her neck, as his hands slid down her back to cup the round curve of her bottom.

  He groaned as the familiar sensations washed over him. He would know her anywhere. He’d thought darkness would make her seem like anyone else, but it was just the opposite. The darkness had heightened his other senses, making him even more aware of her. The baby-soft touch of her skin, her flowery scent, the honey taste of her—they were branded deep in his consciousness.

  He’d been using the dark as a cover, hiding from something he knew he couldn’t defeat. But it hadn’t worked. Their bodies slid together as if made for each other. Nothing had ever felt like this before. He was done fighting this, the passion between them—it was too strong.

  Her hips circled insistently against him, rubbing her against his already rock-hard staff. Heat pounded through him. It felt so good. So right. He loved the way she moved against him—shimmying, rubbing, melting in a dark, seductive dance.

  Her eager response was too much.

  He turned her around against his chest, cupping a lush, round breast with one hand as the other skimmed over her stomach and dipped between her legs.

  She trembled and made a little whimper of pleasure as his finger found the silky dampness of her arousal. So deliciously wet. His finger slid inside her, stoking her, stretching her. Her breath quickened, became uneven, then turned to a soft cry. He knew she was close.

  “Tell me you want this,” he warned against her hair. Part of him wanted her to refuse, wanted to scare her away.

  But she met him full force. Answering him with her body. She arched against him, her breast pushing deeper into his hand and her bottom pressing insistently against his turgid cock. God, he was going to explode.

  No holding back. For either of them. Not anymore.

  “Bend over,” he ordered, trying to control the lust surging through him. “Put your hands on the bed.”

  She did as he asked without hesitation, lifting her sweet, round bottom to the perfect angle. He smoothed his hand over the flawless, creamy skin, savoring the moment of raw sensuality. So soft. He couldn’t believe he was doing this. Not with her. The innocent young maid he’d taken one look at and wanted but thought never to have.

  He slid his erection between her legs, teasing her with his length, sliding back and forth along her crease until he was wet with her. Then, gripping her hips with his hands, he positioned the sensitive head and pushed inside. His mind went black. He had to close his eyes as the intensity gripped him in a fierce hold. He sank in slowly, dragging out every incredible moment, every sensation of mind-blowing pleasure.

  So warm. So tight. So damned good.

  When he couldn’t take it anymore, he thrust all the way. She cried out in startled pleasure. “Do you like that, sweet Tina?” he asked, grinding against her. “Is this what you wanted?”

  He thrust again, bringing her hips back against him to sink in even deeper—as deep as he could go.

  “Yes,” she moaned, tipping her hips back against him. “Please. I want everything.”

  Beneath the haze of lust, her words resonated with something deeper. He felt it in his chest, tight and coiled.

  He let go. Unleashing his passion from its fettered restraints, giving her everything he had. Letting her see exactly how much he wanted her in all its primitive fierceness.

  She braced herself against the bed as he slammed into her again and again, his hard grunts mixing with her soft cries in a cacophony of lust and pleasure.

  Sensation fired through his body, gathering at the back of his spine in a hot, tingly mass. Every muscle strained toward finding his release.

  His jaw clenched as he concentrated on the sensations, on the wickedness of what they were doing. His eyes feasted on the sensual display spread out before him. Her dark hair spilling over the pale skin of her slim back. The shine of her dampness on him as he slid in and out. Her bottom lifting to meet each stroke.

  He watched the way her full, heavy breasts moved with each thrust, the pale pink tips hard as two pearls. God, was there anything more erotic?

  His fantasies had become real. This was the height of passion for him…wasn’t it?

  Then why did he feel as if something was missing? He quickened his rhythm, trying to find it.

  He heard her sharp intake of breath and then the soft cries of her release as she shuddered and clenched around him.

  He stilled. An unreasonable flash of anger flared inside him.