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end of the sofa gave beneath his weight. She heard one of his boots hit the floor and then the other.
    He rose from the sofa. She opened her eyes in time to waLch him strip off his shirt. In the golden light of the fire she could see that he was sleekly, powerfully made.
    He stepped out of his trousers and tossed them aside.
    When he turned back to her she froze at the sight of his aroused body.
    He, too, went still.
    “What is it?” he asked.
    “Nothing,” she managed. She could hardly tell him that this was the first time she had ever seen an adult man naked and erect. A woman of the world would be familiar with a sight like this, she reminded herself.
    “Do you find the sight of me displeasing?” he asked, still not moving.
    She drew a deep, steadying breath and gave him a tremulous smile.
    “I find the sight of you very… stimulating,” she whispered.
    “Stimulating.” He sounded as though he did not know what to make of that. Then he smiled his mysterious smile. “I believe you used that term to describe your work here at Arcane House. Does that mean that you would like to set up your camera before we proceed?”
    “Mr. Jones.”
    He came to her in a low roar of masculine laughter. Lowering himself down on top of her, he slid one muscled thigh between her legs.
    He breathed hot, seductive, shockingly wicked words against the bare skin of her breast. She responded impulsively, not with words because she could no longer speak, but with her body. She twisted and arched beneath his weight, clutching at him.
    Very soon he ceased talking to her. His breathing became harsher. She could feel his muscles tightening beneath her hands. The dark thrills flashing through her were so intense that she could not even spare a second to be shocked anew when he reached down between them and caressed her sex.
    She
needed
him to touch her like that. In fact, she needed more; much more.
    “Yes,” she whispered. “Please, yes.”
    “Anything,” he got out hoarsely. “Anything you want. You have only to ask.”
    He stroked her until she pleaded with him for a release she could not describe, until she was clenched with need. When he slipped a finger inside her the sense of urgency became unbearable.
    She realized that a similar sensation was riding him, too. He groaned, as though he ached somewhere deep inside. He was no longer touching her with the exquisite tenderness of a gentlemanly lover. Instead he was fighting her for the embrace, tormenting her, challenging her. She fought back, glorying in the sensual battle.
    “You were made for me,” he said suddenly, as though the words had been ripped from him. “You are mine.”
    It was a statement, not an endearment. A declaration of indisputable fact.
    He caught her face between his hands. “Say it. Say that you are mine.”
    “I am yours.”
For tonight
, she added silently. She raked her nails across his back.
    Energy swirled around them. Her aura, she thought in some distant part of her mind, somehow it had infused with his to create an invisible metaphysical storm that engulfed them both.
    When she narrowed her eyes slightly she realized that her paranormal vision was flashing in and out of focus. Light and shadow reversed and reversed again.
    Gabriel used one hand to fit himself to her. He probed once and then he drove deep with a single, relentless thrust.
    Pain snapped through her, shattering the sensual trance.
    Gabriel froze, every muscle rock solid.
    “Sweet hell,” he muttered. He raised his head and looked down at her with eyes that were as dangerous as his dark aura.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
    “Because I knew you would stop if I did,” she whispered. She speared her fingers through his hair. “And I didn’t want you to stop.”
    He groaned.
“Venetia.”
    But the energy they had generated between them was rising once more. Gabriel lowered his mouth to hers in a kiss that had all the hallmarks of a stamp of possession as well as passion.
    When he