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manhood, poised at the precipice of another stroke. “You do?” she asked.
    He groaned in response, sinking in and out again. His voice was tight, as if every movement was torture. “God, you have no idea. Watch me, Jo. Watch me love you.”
    She did. She wondered at the size of him. At his thickness. At the bulging vein that ran down the long length. At the ability of her body to fit him inside. She watched as the slow, wicked strokes quickened, as his hips beat faster, as the heat and dampness of her arousal coated him in a thin sheen, easing his path.
    She gasped as the beat intensified. Her heart started to pound, and the restless sensation started to build in her again.
    The exquisite friction.
    The sinful fullness.
    The perfect rhythm.
    Heat spread over her limbs as every hard slam of his body into hers brought her closer to that quicksilver peak.
    She could feel the fury of his passion unleashing, feel the storm that he’d held at bay the first time begin to break free. It was wild and primitive and raw.
    Never had she imagined she could do this to him, and the knowledge both humbled and empowered her. She could bring him to his knees just as easily as he brought her to hers. He might be the son of a lord, and she might be the daughter of a marshal, but here, like this, they were as one.
    Beneath the linen of his shirt she could see his powerful muscles flex and tighten as the rhythm of their joining set a frantic pace. His face darkened, his eyes hooded, his jaw tightened, the muscles in his neck and shoulders flared.
    “Christ, you feel good,” he bit out through clenched teeth.
    His hands slid from her thighs to grip her bottom, allowing him to sink deeper and deeper. Harder and harder until she knew there was nowhere for him to go. She gasped, as he’d reached the deepest part of her. They were joined completely… irrevocably… perfectly.
    His eyes pinned her. “You’re mine, Jo. Mine forever.”
    “Yes! Yes!” she cried out, the frantic rhythm of his thrusts taking her to the highest peak. But then he took her higher. With a rough growl, he plunged in full hilt and held her to him and started to circle his hips in a hard grind.
    Her body came apart. Sensation exploded inside her.
    “Oh God, I’m going to come,” he bit out tightly. His fingers dug into her buttocks as he stiffened and gave a deep guttural cry that sent them both catapulting toward the stars together. The spasms of her release crashed over her, as the hot rush of his seed poured inside of her.
    It was incredible. Feeling his body shudder and quake with hers. Knowing that he was sharing the same sensation, the same passion, that they were experiencing this miracle together.
    Forever, he’d said. Tears of happiness sprang to her eyes.
    When it was over, they collapsed in a boneless heap of exhausted bodies and tangled limbs.
    Neither of them seemed to move for a long time. But eventually their rising chests and heavy breathing slowed. It took a few minutes longer for the haze that had turned her brain to mush to start to clear enough to allow for rational thought.
    James swore.
    The oath was one that she’d never heard him use before, and the crudeness shocked her. Was something wrong?
    Her eyes flew to his.
    A little of her trepidation slipped away when he smiled boyishly. “Sorry. I was just thinking that Raider and Dragon are going to be furious.”
    “Who?”
    He shook his head. “It isn’t important.” He slid his hand around to cup her cheek, stroking her bottom lip with his finger. His tender gaze fell on hers. “I have to go. I shouldn’t have stayed this long. The men are waiting for me.”
    He didn’t wait for her to reply but slowly untangled himself and stood. There was something about watching him retie his braies and reach for his cotun that made it feel… wrong.
    But recalling his promise to build her a palace someday, the prickle of disquiet faded. “I need to speak with you about something