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princess.” There was a firm warning in his tone. “Tonight, I’m the one introducing you to passion.”
    â€œBut…”
    She might was well have saved her breath. When she caught sight of his face, she witnessed a blaze of determination that sent a twist of anticipation through her belly. Her clit was suddenly throbbing as he shucked his jeans and rolled her back onto the bed.
    It was all done in a moment, the bed rocking beneath her back while she gasped and he settled himself half over her. She moaned softly, overwhelmed by the amount of contact between them and yet, still unsatisfied.
    â€œMore.” She wasn’t sure that she decided to speak. Her brain was shutting down, impulses ruling her completely. That was what he was to her, freedom, in its purest form.
    â€œYes, ma’am,” he muttered as he nuzzled against her breasts. At the same time, he swept his hand across her belly until he found the curls crowning her cleft.
    She shifted, too full of pulsing need to stay still. He moved with her, locking one of his knees over her leg as he lifted his head and watched her. He teased her curls before delving into her cleft. She let out a soft cry as he found her clit, stroking it with a delicate touch that made her feel like a bolt of fire had gone through her.
    â€œI’m going to learn just how you like to be touched.”
    There was a promise in his tone that she might have shivered at, except he returned to toying with her clit, making thought impossible. There was only the intense pleasure coming from that single point of contact, so searing she withered but it built something inside her. A need that was rooted deep inside her belly, where instinct rose up, taking control of her. She strained toward him, arching her back as she felt the pleasure building, twisting, intensifying, until it all burst like a huge firework that rained down fiery sparks.
    â€œYou never touched yourself princess?” Now there was a note of wonder in his voice. It drew her away from the stupor the explosion had left her wallowing in and she opened her eyes.
    â€œNo.”
    She felt stripped in that moment. For the first time in her life, completely honest about who she was. Vitus considered her for a long moment before he slowly smiled. There was a look of achievement on his face that struck her as some sort of gift that she’d expectantly given him.
    â€œTouch me some more, Vitus.”
    His eyes narrowed, passion drawing his features tight. “Yes…, ma’am .”
    He shifted, leaning down to kiss her. She reached for him, feeling like it was the most natural thing in life to do. They fit together in a way she’d never imagined two humans might. Both of them created to merge together in a moment of utter bliss. It far over shadowed the moment of pain when he pushed into her body for the first time. The ache lingered but she was too busy enjoying the building intensity that promised her another explosion of pleasure. She craved it with the need of an addict, craved him, and Vitus didn’t disappoint her.
    Not in the slightest.
    *   *   *
    Vitus didn’t sleep.
    Not yet anyway. His mind was turning a puzzle over and that meant there was going to be no rest for him until he came to a conclusion.
    He’d had sex before.
    Tonight had been something different. Vastly different. He lay there stunned by his need to listen to Damascus breathing. He needed the scent of her body in some strange way that he’d never encountered before either. Yet it was there now, making the idea of slipping out of her bed repugnant.
    A memory shifted and rose up from his brain. It was the look on his father’s face when he watched Vitus’s mother. Something Vitus had seen often but never understood completely.
    Until now.
    He got it now.
    Because he was likely looking at Damascus the same way. It was devotion mixed with an emotion Vitus had avoided ever using in