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mind. Passion rose—she welcomed it, let it take her, fill her, drive her. In her dreams, she could be who she really was, who she longed to be.
    Dreams had no limits, no harsh realities.
    Those wicked fingers played, teased, and her fever grew. When they were wet, they left her. The hands gripped her hips, turning her to the bed, pushing her raised knee outward, upward.
    The fingers returned, slipping between her thighs from behind. They found her entrance, slick with her desire; they spread her folds and opened her. She felt the hot, heavy bluntness of him slide between her things, guided by his fingers, then she felt the pressure and the heat as he pressed himself into her.
    She relaxed as he had taught her, letting him in, allowing her body to adjust to his invasion. Slowly, steadily, he filled her until she was full. One large hand splayed over her stomach and tilted her hips back; his other hand slid beneath her, then closed about her breast.
    He pressed deeper and she caught her breath. Then he eased back, just a little, then pressed deep again. With her bottom tucked against him, he repeated the movement, rocking her, the most pleasurable rocking imaginable.
    Every nudging thrust shifted her beneath him. Eachrepetitive movement heightened her sensitivity until the brush of the fine sheet abraded her nerves, and the rasp of his hair-dusted limbs against her silky skin threatened to drive her insane.
    He surrounded her, his hard body flexing about her, limbs like warm steel holding her safe, holding her to him. Her senses dissolved in the haze of sensation he evoked, in the mists of delight that he conjured. He gave to her as he always did, and she let herself flow with the tide, let her body flower for him, enclose him, love him.
    Heat enveloped her. Just when she thought she would melt he drew back, almost all the way. He held her there, poised on the crest of fulfillment, then he filled her with one long, powerful thrust—and she fractured.
    Delight and sharp shards of sensation flew through her, piercing her. She woke with a start—her eyes flew wide. She just managed to choke back her gasp. Choke back the name that hovered on her lips.
    Adrian .
    Closing her eyes, she let the reality roll through her. This was no dream. He was here, loving her again. Making her body come alive again, as only he could. Biting her lower lip, she held back her gasps, and let her body take him, let herself revel in the glow.
    He was in no hurry. She could barely believe it when she realized he was driving her up to that peak of sensation again.
    He did, and she tumbled over, and it was even more excruciatingly glorious. It was all she could do to keep from crying out.

    This time she felt she’d died, that she could not move a muscle to save her life. He seemed to sense it; his thrusts lengthened, quickened, then he joined her in ecstacy. For one long moment he lay wrapped about her, buried inside her, then he nuzzled her nape, his lips found her ear and traced, then dipped to press warmly at the base of her throat. Then he lifted from her and slumped behind her, his body heavy in the bed. She felt his seed warm within her womb and couldn’t find it in her to be sad.
    Couldn’t regret it, any more than she had the first time. Lying with Adrian, loving with Adrian, had always felt so right.
    She waited, silent and still, as his breathing slowed and he slid back to sleep. Without a single word, without realizing. It was not yet dawn; with the bed-curtains closed and the fire a pile of glowing embers, he and she were mere shadows in the darkness. He had shared a bed with so many women, she was just another to him. Another faceless female body, willing and wanton in the heated dark.
    Heat. She could feel it all around, feel it radiating from him. He was well again; there was no vestige of chill remaining in his body.
    She lay beside him and drew in the memories, stored them up against the years ahead. Her flannel nightgown was pushed