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if she could read his mind. “Hurry. I swear I can feel my heartbeat in my breasts and I ache.”
    When he turned around, he saw she was naked, her full breasts licked by firelight, the apex between her legs gleaming. Dropping to the rug, she lay flat on her back and moaned again, knees spread, her damp sex open and waiting. “Stephen.”
    Not a virgin ? The brief spurt of jealousy was tempered by the fact he now knew he wasn’t deflowering her. Stephen fairly tore his shirt off over his head. He unfastened his breeches, his rigid shaft springing free, aware she watched him with heavy-lidded eyes. He couldn’t get out of his boots and pants fast enough and she spread her legs open more in pure carnal invitation as he moved toward her.
    Good God, he was pulsing, hard against his stomach. Her cleft was wet and inviting, her arms reaching for him, her hands frantic as she gripped his shoulders. Moving between her open thighs, he took his stiff penis in his hand and guided the throbbing crest to her opening, beginning penetration without so much as a kiss, her need so obviously intense––and even without the benefit of some ancient aphrodisiac, his somehow just as wildly primitive.
    No doubt, it was because he’d always wanted this, he just hadn’t imagined it happening quite this way.
    “You’re so tight, Tori,” he said through his teeth, as he pushed forward carefully into her yielding heat, “but so wet.”
    She evidently didn’t want him to be careful. “Fill me,” she begged, bending her knees and opening further. “All the way . . . oh, yes, like that.”
    “I don’t want to be rough with you. . . .”
    “Damn you, Stephen, deeper.”
    With a low curse, he complied, driving forward forcefully, hearing her answering cry of pleasure. Fully embedded in her body, he felt as if he were in some sort of pagan version of heaven, the physical joy intense and soul-shattering as he began to move in and out in long slick strokes, her liquid warmth caressing him as he thrust hard into her vaginal passage, her eager hips lifting to meet each penetration.
    He wasn’t surprised when she climaxed quickly, her inner muscles clenching around his straining cock, the ripples intense, and he covered her mouth with his just in time to smother a scream he was sure would bring all the servants running.
    She was so beautiful in her sexual abandon that he felt his testicles tighten and scalding sensation lashed through his entire body as he stiffened and pushed as deep as possible, suddenly exploding inside her just as quickly and with such incredible force that he gasped for air.
    There was an ensuing silence except for the light crackle of the flames in the hearth and his harsh breathing.
    Beneath him, Tori murmured languidly, “Though I hate to agree with Lady Haldon on any point, I can see why she was so importunate.”
    All Stephen could do was give a choked laugh. If Isabelle’s comment about his stamina had been overheard, it was obvious that, virgin or not, Victoria was too innocent to understand it. He’d practically embarrassed himself, but then again, she hadn’t wanted anything but all due speed. And truthfully, he was more than willing to give her anything she desired.
    The sun.
    The moon.
    A lifetime.
    And for the first time he was hopeful it might be possible.
     
    “Don’t leave.” Victoria grasped his buttocks to stop his withdrawal and Stephen halted, his still rigid shaft partially inside her. His face was dark with passion, his light blue gaze holding hers, but he thankfully sank back inside, stretching her wide with that wonderful sensation. “I’m sorry,” she explained without a trace of the shame she should be feeling at the wanton request, “but you feel so good.”
    “Why the devil would you be sorry?” His lips feathered across her temple. “And don’t worry; I vow I have no desire to go anywhere.”
    “I . . .” she stopped, the impulse to offer an explanation for her impetuous