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your knees up."
The mattress dipped, forcing her body downward. Something icy cold and wet brushed her most private parts. She instinctively closed her legs, but an arm was there, wedged between her knees, holding them wide.
Danger.
Desire.
For a second, Abigail could not differentiate between the two.
This man had killed.
This man was about to take her virginity.
She would never be the same after this.
"Have you ever done this before, Robert?" She gulped calming air, feeling old, feeling gauche, feeling terribly, terribly frightened. "Put a sponge inside a woman?"
"No. Does your fantasy man do this for you?"
"Of course not. Women do
not
get pregnant by fan"
The words caught in her throat as the sponge breached her opening. Then it was in and his fingers were gently prodding the unaccustomed fullness inside her and somewhere in the process the stinging discomfort blossomed into abject need.
She stared at the dark silhouette that knelt between her knees and clung to the self-control that was fast slipping away. "Robert."
"Abigail."
"You said you rode out into the storm looking for a woman."
The fingers prodding the sponge inside her stilled.
"I find it hard to believe you would make such a journey without bringing along certain ... necessities."
"I have French letters." His voice in the darkness was flat again, emotionless, as if he had not just given her the most intimate pleasure a man can give a woman, as if he did not now have his fingers inside her.
"Why did you say you had nothing to protect me with?"
There was a harsh intake of air. "Because for once in my life I wanted to feel a woman's flesh wrapped around mine without benefit of a rubber galosh."
Her heart fluttered inside her breast. "What would you have done if I had not possessed a sponge?"
"Then I would have introduced you to a brandy douche."
Abigail wincedthe brandy
had
burned. "I think I would prefer the rubber galosh, Robert."
"Shall I get one?"
The stillness and the darkness were absolute. Outside, the storm itself seemed to wait for her answer.
She was a substitute for another woman, a younger woman, the woman whom he had rode out into the storm to find. And yet ...
He wanted to feel
her
flesh ...
as she wanted to feel his,
every vein, every pulse, everything that he was.
For a second, she was overcome by the thought that perhaps he wanted her as much as she wanted him.
But of course that was impossible.
The storm would end and this was all she would ever have and
she was going to take everything he could give her.

"No. Will you come inside me now, please? I feelquite prepared, thank you."
"Quite prepared isn't good enough." The dark voice throbbed. "I want you wide open. I want you so wet that when I thrust inside you, there won't be anything you can do to stop me. Starting now. When I pull my fingers out of youlike thissqueeze as hard as you can."
There came a soft slurp as he slid from her body. Abigail squeezed, first to contain the long, calloused fingers, then to restrain them, there were too many, surely
"Relax, Abigail. Three fingers, you had them beforethere, just the tipsnow bear down." Warm lips nibbled her knee, an unexpected caress, her body opened with a will of its own, swallowing the three fingers in their entirety, first knuckles, second knuckles. "The first time was to stretch your maidenhead, but this is to stretch you. Now squeeze again ... relax, bear down. I'm your fantasy man, Abigail. Don't fight it, open up, I will be far larger than this
there.
Squeeze ... relax. It's a rhythm, a dance. Let me open you up, Abigail, let me make you so wet I'll drown inside of you."
It felt as if
she
was drowning, she was so wet, so stretched, squeezing as he instructed, opening for more.
It was unbearably intimate, what men and women did together. Better than fantasy, better than literature. The burning, churning sensation inside her and the harsh rasp of Robert's voice drew Abigail out of her pristine Victorian world into the place of forbidden