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promising airman who was killed a fortnight before I returned to the fleet.”
    “Raphael—” She cupped his hip in her palm.
    His breath hissed out. He mounted her, his patience seemingly at an end. The thick head of his cock tucked into the slick and swollen entrance to her body. She held her breath, waiting.
    “Please,” she whispered. At his first slow push, her head fell back.
    “Christ.” His luxurious hair brushed her cheek. “Your cunt is tight and hot. So wet. Perfect.”
    Catching her leg behind the knee, he anchored it on his hip, opening her wider. He withdrew slightly, then returned in a practiced roll of his hips.
    Her nails dug into his clenching buttocks. “Faster,” she urged in a voice so hoarse she scarcely knew it.
    He laughed, and the arrogant maleness inherent in the sound spurred her further. She threw her hips upward, taking more of him.
    “Vixen.” Raphael kissed her even as he pinned her to the settee with a firm but gentle grip on her hip. “I won’t allow you to rush me.”
    Her fingers kneaded restlessly into the hard muscles of his back. “You cannot command me as you would your crew.”
    “No?”
    “You said you would fill me, not tease me to madness!”
    All levity fled his breathtakingly handsome features. He pulled back, then pushed deeper, exhaling in a rush when she tightened greedily around him. He was hot to the touch, his skin slick with sweat, his muscles rigid. But he would not be spurred into rutting atop her as she wished. “I want something from you in return, Bella.”
    Wrapping both legs around him, she tried to draw him closer. “What more can I give you?”
    “This,” he purred, working his thick cock inexorably deeper. “Your passion, your need. I want to be the one you hunger for, the one who shares your bed. The only one, from this day ‘til my last.”
    Even in the extremity of her lust, her mind raced with the impossibility of their mutual infatuation. And yet… something more profound was between them as well.
    “You know,” he went on, altering the angle of her hips to slide farther into her, “as I’ve known, that we are what the other needs or you would not be arching beneath me now.”
    Dear god, she wanted the baron with a primitive hunger. She wanted him as she knew him to be: Bold. Dauntless. A force of tremendous will. What an adventure it would be to become the mistress of such a man… “Yes, I know.”
    He stilled, staring down at her with those gloriously dissimilar eyes; one as brilliant as an emerald, the other like polished silver. “But I cannot be a kept man.”
    She blinked up at him. “Beg your pardon?”
    His mouth curved with wicked amusement. “Young men emulate me. I have a reputation to uphold. You must make an honest man of me.”
    “Raphael.” Her chest tightened painfully. With hope. With fear. With lingering grief. “I—”
    With an exaggerated sigh, he straightened his arms and began to withdraw. When she realized he intended to cease their bedsport completely, she narrowed her gaze. Two could play.
    Tightening her legs around him, she caught his shoulders and wrenched to the side, rolling them both to the floor.
    The drop was short, mere inches. He landed on his back.
Laughing.
Jaw set with determination, she reached between them to position the cock that was as impressive as the man himself, then sheathed him in her body with a swift plunge of her hips.
    A soft cry escaped her. His mirth fled with a serrated groan. She set her hands palms down on his chest and gave a tentative swivel of her hips, easing the pressing fullness of his deep penetration.
    “I’m conquered,” he said hoarsely. “My surrender is unconditional and absolute.”
    “But I’ve yet to state my terms.”
    “I concede to them all.”
    Her brow arched even as she rose up on her knees, stroking her eager sex with the length of his throbbing erection. The sensation was exquisite, as was he, this legendary man who awakened a stirring