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returning to the life she’d had was intolerable, not when she’d discovered what living was truly about in Vitus’s arms.
    So she wiggled until she could get her hands between them and stroke him the way she’d wanted to. He made a soft, male sound of frustration against her lips and settled for releasing her so that she might have her way.
    â€œGo on princess, stroke me,”
    She did. Shivering as it felt like touching him was in some way completing a current. The moment she touched him, energy went pulsing through her, awakening a zillion points of awareness inside her that she’d been unaware of before.
    Yet it wasn’t enough. She broke away from him, fighting to free herself from her clothing.
    â€œOh no,” he muttered in a husky tone. “Baring you is going to be my pleasure.”
    He caught her shirt near the hem and tugged it up and over her head. It went fluttering down onto the floor as he let out a little hum of appreciation. His attention was on her breasts, making her suddenly shy.
    â€œThey aren’t … very big,”
    She could have bitten her tongue in half. Vitus raised his gaze to her hers, granting her a flash of just how much passion was flickering in his eyes. Her confidence regained its wind in response.
    â€œDo I look like I’m disappointed, princess?”
    He’d closed the gap between them and laid his fingers on the swells of her breasts, where the edge of her bra ended.
    Damascus shook her head.
    He slid his hands around her and found the hooks that held the undergarment closed. She let out a little gasp as he freed them and brought his hands back around her body before pulling the bra down her arms.
    â€œYou’re perfect,” He muttered as he cupped her bare breasts, gently cradling them as he sent a jolt of pleasure down her body. “So damned perfect. Why do you think I call you princess?”
    He didn’t allow her the chance to answer but sealed her mouth beneath his. The kiss was firm and she rose onto her toes to answer him with a demand of her own. She wanted him and needed to make sure that she did her share of taking, craving that feeling of knowing she was his partner, not just his responsibility.
    They weren’t close enough. Damascus needed more of him. It was pounding through her and he seemed to feel it too. He was stroking her. Using his hands to worship every inch of her body. She arched back, her eyes closing as pleasure flooded her. He was moving slowly, so very slowly that it was driving her insane and yet, she enjoyed the torment because she was his sole focus point. The intensity of it was off the scale, at least as far as any scale she’d ever known was concerned.
    He scooped her up, cradling her as though she weighed nothing. Moving her toward the bed and settling her on its surface. He left her for a moment, rising up like the hard warrior who had rescued her to tug her pants loose and strip them from her.
    She shivered, conscious of how easily he might bend her to his will with his strength and yet knowing that she was drawn to those same qualities because of what it unleashed inside her. She rose up, folding her knees beneath her so that she could reach for his fly.
    â€œDamascus.”
    She liked the strained sound of his voice, enjoyed the way it made her feel more in control than she ever had in her life. She popped open the buttons and heard him draw in a raspy breath.
    His cock was swollen and hard. It sprung out as she freed those buttons because he didn’t have anything on under his jeans. She ended up purring, reaching for it, marveling at the silky smooth texture of it.
    But beneath that skin it was as hard as stone. She stoked it, enjoying the way he threaded his fingers through her hair, tightening his grip just enough to send a tingle of pain across her scalp. She started to lean down, intent on licking the slit on its head but he held her back.
    â€œNo tonight,