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out the sensation but she was unique, imprinted on his being. No other woman’s skin had come close. It was one of the reasons he had kept changing women, he realised with a jolt. The only one he truly craved was lying in his arms right now.
    He hated thinking of anyone else touching her. The primitive urge to cleanse her and make her forget any other lover filled him. He wanted to make this special for her, rather than simply taking his pleasure.
    He lifted her foot, kneaded it and took each toe, one by one, into his mouth, watching for a response. Her head thrashed on the marble plinth as a whimper of pleasure emerged from her throat.
    She arched her back and held up her arms, allowing him to remove the tunic. He feasted on the sight of her reclining, naked with lithe limbs and softly mounded breasts, more exquisite than his memory. It amazed him that he’d forgotten about the dimple on either side of her knees. And the memory of her somehow made the passion more intense.
    Slipping his hand down her body, he savoured the way her skin felt smooth under his fingertips, until he reached the nest of curls at the apex of her thighs. His forefinger parted her folds. To his delight, he discovered her warm and wet. She wanted him, was more than ready for him. He traced several figures of eight on the slick surface, heard her cry before he slipped his finger in her. Immediately her body clenched around him and she trembled, her hands gripping his shoulders.
    Valeria shattered. Her body arched off the marble, seeking more than his moving finger. She tugged at his shoulders, demanding. She wanted his strength and power pressing down on her and his body to cover hers as it had during that long-ago summer when he had initiated her into the rites of Venus and Cupid. She breathed his name, hoping he’d understand the urgency of her need.
    He pressed a feather-like kiss to her mouth. ‘Patience. I want to give you pleasure.’
    Bending his head, his breath caressed where his fingers had been. The tip of his tongue traced round and round, and when she thought she could no longer stand it, he slowly moved upwards, his knee parting her thighs, and plunged into her. She surged up to meet him.
    Her body opened and welcomed him as he filled her. Slowly and steadily she moved her hips. As his body arced downwards, she saw his face, intent and driven. And her body seemed to bathe in fire, becoming forged anew and remade just for him.
    She lifted her hips and felt him break inside her. He collapsed down on her. Her arms came around him, cradled him, holding him within her, keeping him there. She’d never felt so connected to one person in her life. She regarded the ceiling and the star pattern mocked her. Her long-ago experience hadn’t prepared her for this completeness. But there were secrets she had to keep. She couldn’t bear to see the hate in his eyes if he ever discovered her betrayal, not after tonight. And she hated that she cared.
    His hand smoothed her hair from her forehead and he looked down at her with tenderness in his eyes, blocking out the stars.
    â€˜You can see why I didn’t want to create a spectacle.’
    She moved her hands down his back, touching the knots and scars, reminding herself that she had caused some of them. ‘I begin to get the idea.’
    He nipped her chin. And as their shared laughter rang out, she knew the moment for regrets had passed. She had to concentrate on the important things—making sure she won and he took her to Alexandria.
    Within her, she felt him harden. She shifted slightly, encouraging him to move deep inside her. To stay with her and be a part of her. To want her for longer than three days.
    â€˜As my lady requires.’ He captured her mouth and his tongue mimicked what he was doing inside her. And then he gripped her hips and turned her over, so that she was on top and he was the one beneath. ‘You call the rhythm.’
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