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She squirmed wantonly against his hand. She wanted more from him, and she wanted it
now. He rumbled a dark chuckle. Then he drew out his hard flesh and guided himself to
her entrance. She could feel heat from the head as he nudged his manhood against her
softness.
He was big very big. Of course he was big. He was a big man all around. She just
hadn t realized how big. Anna quivered in feminine anxiety, but he gave her no time to
balk. He was pushing, pushing his large male presence into her, and she was giving way.
Submitting.
She could feel the round, smooth crown of his erection pressing into the inner ring of
muscles that guarded her keep. His chest vibrated with a groan. He braced himself up on
stiff arms, flexed his buttocks, and drove his entire length home. She moaned at the
wonder of it: to feel his masculine flesh inside her, warm and hard and now. Oh,
goodness it was heaven. She lifted her legs and wrapped them high over his hips and was
a little startled to feel the fabric of his breeches rubbing against the inner skin of her
naked thighs.
Then he pulled his penis almost all the way out and shoved it back into her, and she
forgot about his clothes.
He thrust into her again and again. Hard and steady. His chest and head arched up and
away from her in the darkness while his hips kept in constant, mindless, pleasurable
contact. She reached up to caress his face, but he gently knocked her hands aside and bent
his head to nuzzle her ear. She could hear him breathing fast now as his rhythm began to
break. She ran her fingers through the hair at the back of his head and tightened her
thighs about him, trying to make this moment last. He groaned into her ear, and his
buttocks suddenly flexed hard beneath her heels as he convulsed and poured himself into
her.
She arched, wanting to receive all that he could give. If only it would never stop.
But it did, and he was done. He collapsed down, his breath and his body spent. She
caught him and held him close, and then she shut her eyes to engrave this moment on her
memory. She felt the rough brush of his breeches against her legs and each and every
ripple of his muscles as he breathed. She listened to his unsteady breath in her ear. It was
a wonderfully intimate sound, and tears pricked at her eyes.
For some reason, she felt bizarrely maudlin. The emotion startled her. This had been the
most glorious experience of her life, but it had also been totally unexpected. She had
thought it would be a simple physical release, but instead it had been a wonderful kind of
transcendence. It made no sense to her, but she hadn t the clarity of mind to puzzle it out.
She pushed the thought aside to examine later. Right now her legs were spread wantonly
wide, sprawled where they had fallen when he stopped moving. He was still in her body,
pulsing now and then with the aftershocks. She closed her eyes and savored his heavy,
hot weight on her. She felt the wet warmth of his seed and could smell his sweat and the
pungent scent of sex. Odd how she liked the scent, and she smiled, feeling completely
relaxed as she turned her head to brush her lips against his hair.
He shifted his weight and withdrew from her body. He went slowly, and she felt each of
his movements as a spreading emptiness. The feeling kept growing as he rose off the bed
and buttoned the front placket of his breeches. All too soon, he reached for his coat and
walked to the door.
He opened it, but then paused, his head lit from behind by the light in the hall. Meet me
here again tomorrow night. The door closed quietly behind him.
And Anna realized it was the sole time he had spoken to her that night.
Chapter Ten
In the middle of the night, when all was black, Aurea was awakened by passionate kisses.
She was drowsy and could not see, but the touch was gentle. She turned and her arms
wrapped around the form of a man. He stroked and petted her so exquisitely that she
didn t even notice when he drew the nightgown from her body. Then he made love to her
in a silence broken only by her cries of ecstasy. All night he stayed, worshipping her body
with his own, and as dawn neared, she fell asleep again, replete with passion.
But in the morning when Aurea awoke, her lover of the night before was gone. She sat up
in her great, lonely bed and searched for any sign of him. All she could see was a single
feather from the raven, and she wondered if her lover had merely been a dream. . . .
from The Raven Prince
Edward threw down his quill and pushed up his spectacles to rub his eyes. Damn. The
words just would not come.
Outside his London town house, in a not very fashionable neighborhood, he could hear
the sound of delivery carts beginning to roll up and down the street. The front door
banged, and a song drifted up to his window from the maid sweeping the steps. The room
had lightened since he had risen from his bed, and he leaned over to blow out the candle
guttering on his desk.
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