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instant, only an instant, she gave in to the temptation to run her hands along that warm, smooth skin. As the kiss lingered, her ringers glided over his broad shoulders, along the strong column of his neck, and became lost in the rich texture of his hair. Deep inside her, she felt the stir of something sweet and wanton.
    His lips traced over her face; his teeth nibbled, then nipped. She knew she was smiling. She hadn’t known kisses could be like this. He was playing with her. Not to be outdone, she ran her lips over his shoulders, absorbing his scent and flavor. He tasted of fresh air and windswept nights, and something dark and forbidden.
    She closed her eyes as whisper-soft kisses drifted from the corner of her mouth to the tips of her breasts. When his lips closed around one tender nipple, she made a small inarticulate sound. He groaned, and brought his head up, kissing her fiercely, possessively, demanding she surrender everything to him.
    The sudden flood of pleasure was so shocking that Serena’s whole body went slack. Her hands clenched and unclenched around his shoulders, trying to convey her distress. She could not get command of her breathing. Her head was spinning. She was sure she was going to faint. There was something hovering at the edge of her consciousness, but she could not hold on to it, did not want to hold on to it. In the space of a few seconds, every sensible thought dissolved and slipped away.
    She was beyond caring when his hands drifted over her, divesting her of her garments one by one. She lay on the mattress, twisting restlessly, trying to get closer to him. Shivering with pleasure, she wound her arms around his neck and pressed abandoned kisses to his face and shoulders.
    When she felt his fingers probing her there, betweenher thighs, she cried out, and her head came off the pillow.
    “What is it, Victoria?”
    His breath was warm upon her skin. His hands soothed, pressing her back into the mattress. She felt the rigid thrust of his shaft on her thigh, and she looked about her, bewildered, as though she were awakening from a dream.
    “What is it, Victoria?” he repeated. His lips brushed her eyes, then her mouth.
    “I .  .  .” She wasn’t Victoria. She was Serena.
Serena!
Chilled and shocked, she stared at him.
    “Come back to me,” he murmured, and winding his hand around her hair, he gently tugged her down.
    “I am not Victoria.” Her voice was no more than a shaken whisper. She was still shuddering in the aftermath of the sensual onslaught, still trying to come to herself. Tears squeezed from beneath her lashes as guilt and shame rushed in to scourge her. How could she, Serena Ward, have allowed things to come so far? How could a few stolen kisses have led to this? She was naked, in a strange bed, with a strange man. He touched her again, intimately, and panic rose in her.
    Her hands moved to his shoulders, restraining him. “Julian, please,” she implored, “please?”
    “So soon, my love?” There was a smile in his voice.
    “I can’t .  .  .” She shook her head.
    For a moment, she thought her words had made an impression on him. He levered himself up, relieving her of some of his weight. She heard the hiss of his breath as he inhaled deeply, then rational thought shattered as his body imposed itself upon hers.
    Her hoarse cry of pain was lost beneath his smothering kiss. She bucked and kicked out, trying to dislodge him; her nails raked his shoulders. Her pathetic attempt atresistance was to no purpose, but seemed only to increase his ardor. Locking her to him in an inflexible embrace, he quickened his movements, driving into her, submerging her in an unfamiliar world where the senses held sway, and though she remained unmoved by it, she knew in her own self it was because she had willed it so.
    Some time was to pass before Julian released her. “I’ve never had your like before,” he said. “No woman has ever made me want to master her.”
    Shivering,