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impossibly pleasured, but even as she was sure she could take no more, the ripples of ecstasy started deep in her belly.
    “Not yet.” He had felt it, too. He withdrew until there was little more than a tantalizing inch of him still inside her. “You owe me more than that.”
    Melicent did not know what he meant, nor did she care. His hands came around to toy with her breasts and she instinctively pushed back against him, wanting the penetration, wanting him deep within her. She could sense his control and his desperate desire to possess her, but he merely laughed and held back, taking her with quick, sharp, shallow movements that only left her wanting more. The ruthless invasion of her body went on and on, her breasts rubbing provocatively against the cover with each thrust until, tormented beyond bearing, she felt the rapture build inside her for a third time.
    “Not yet,” Alex said again, holding back.
    “I can’t help it!” Melicent wailed. Her entire body shook with spasm after spasm of helpless ecstasy and she fell forward onto the bed, her legs shaking too much to hold her up. Alex followed her down, still inside her, and they lay, she quiescent beneath him, whilst the tremors racked her and she sobbed her pleasure.
    She could not understand what had happened to her. Starved of physical enjoyment for so long, she seemed utterly at Alex’s mercy. To desire and be desired was so heady. The discovery of this wild, wanton passion within her was intoxicating, driving out all other thoughts and needs.
    She was not sure how long they lay there, she twitching with the aftermath of passion, he still hot and huge and heavy inside her. Her mind reeled as he tumbled her over and took her still-shuddering body with his again. His strokes were hard, measured and deep, raising an echo of feeling in her that Melicent would have sworn was impossible after the bliss her body had already experienced.
    “I cannot,” she begged, even as the muscles in her belly trembled and jumped again in response to the demand of his body on hers.
    “You can.”
    “Oh, yes…” Her word ended on a whimper of pleasure as Alex licked at her mouth and took her lower lip between his teeth, biting gently.
    “I want to take you back to Beaumont with me,” he whispered as his tongue took her mouth much as his body was taking hers, “and make love to you all the time, Melicent. Before breakfast when you are rosy and warm and soft from sleep, and when you have dressed, so that I can strip you naked again, and when you are getting ready for dinner wearing nothing but the jewels I will give you—”
    His licentious words were too much for her, and Melicent climaxed tight and hard about him and he drove himself furiously into her, and finally the world shattered about them both and they fell together and shattered into bliss and eventually into peace.
     
    Alex woke as the winter dawn light started to creep into the bedroom. Melicent was curled up against him, her head resting in the curve of his shoulder. Alex moved slightly and she burrowed closer to him. Her hair was spread across his chest just as he had imagined it in his dreams. She was deliciously warm and soft, and she smelled faintly of apples and honey. Her face was serene in sleep.
    Alex had never woken like this before. When first they had been wed he had always left Melicent’s room immediately after making love to her and had retired to his own chamber next door. He slept alone and woke alone. He had thought that he liked it; he had always been a man comfortable in his own company.
    Now he looked at Melicent, so vulnerable and trusting, and he felt a sense of peace and protectiveness so profound that it shook him to the depths of his being. He had been driven by anger and lust and possessiveness the previous night, and it would have been easy to see Melicent’s response to him as the brazen behavior of an experienced woman, the sort of woman he would expect the erotic writer Lady