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Jura said breathily, twining her arms around his neck. She had never felt so powerful nor so aroused.
    Lawrence captured one of her breasts, cupping it in his palm, drawing a gasp of pleasure from her as he circled her aching nipple. ‘What kind of magic would you have me do? Only tell me, for I am quite under your spell.’
    â€˜I…’ Her laughter faded as she tried desperately to articulate what she wanted, but she was neither sophisticated nor experienced, and for once, her powers could not help her. Jura blushed. She shook her head. ‘I don’t know,’ she whispered, embarrassed. ‘Tell me what you want me to do.’
    Lawrence’s smile softened. ‘No, you don’t get away with that, my lovely witch,’ he said. ‘The thing is,’ he mused, nibbling on her ear lobe, ‘how is a mere mortal such as I to compete with such powers as you have?’
    â€˜I haven’t worked any magic on you,’ Jura said, shivering in delight as he kissed his way down her neck.
    â€˜But you have,’ Lawrence said, licking his way across the mounds of her breasts. ‘You have made me insatiable. What else could it be but magic, which makes me want you like this, when you found me at death’s door only a few hours ago.’
    â€˜You were not at death’s door.’
    â€˜I crave you. I am wild with wanting you. That is your magic. And now I am going to work mine.’
    In one swift movement he pushed back the cloth, lifting her onto the table. China and pewter clattered on the flagstones. ‘Lawrence!’
    â€˜Hush now, I’m weaving my spell,’ he said, pushing her legs apart to stand between them. He kissed her again, a kiss like summer rain on a thirsty rose, and she drank in the taste of him. He kissed her throat again, the crescents of her breasts, and then he unlaced her gown, easing the bodice away, lifting her into his arms to slip it down her legs.
    More kisses, gazes locked. Such blue eyes he had. Jura’s heart pounded a little faster. She trailed her fingers down the curl of his hair over his cheek. His lips brushed her palm. Still their gazes held, and she wondered if he really was weaving magic, for she felt mesmerised, pliant as a puppet, yet zinging, tingling, with the fire his kisses were kindling. She caught her breath as his tongue slid over her palm, up the length of the middle finger, before his lips drew it into his mouth and he sucked.
    Jura moaned. As her eyes lost focus, Lawrence fought to retain his control. He licked the tip of her finger. Butter and soap and skin. He kissed her palm again. He kissed the pulse that beat wildly at her wrist. Jura arched her back, throwing her breasts into relief, only inches from him. He nestled his face into the valley between them, drinking in the scent of her through the cotton of her chemise. That intoxicating mixture of herbs and spices and perfume wafted into him, around him. This time his need for her went deeper than mere ardour. He wanted to taste her, he wanted to know the essence of her. The complexity of his feelings shook him. The intensity of them confused him. He had never wanted such things before.
    He unlaced her stays. He traced the outline of her with the palms of his hands. The swell of each breast, the dip of her waist, the curve of her hip. She tangled her fingers in his hair. His slid his palms down over her thighs, feeling the heat of her skin through her shift. Blood rushed to his rapidly hardening shaft. He lifted her to ease the hem of her undergarment up. She watched him as he lifted it over her arms, her head, watched him, blushing but making no effort to cover herself, sitting back on her arms on the table, as he looked at her. A dark flush stained Lawrence’s cheeks. His eyes too were dark with desire. Beneath the tight leather of his breeches, his erection was clearly outlined. She could be in no doubt that she pleased him. It pleased her. Pleasure