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Still he hesitated, his gaze tortured.
“Désirée.” The tip of his shaft barely nudged inside. “I can’t promise…”
“Neither can I,” she begged.
His gaze locked on hers. “But you still…”
“Yes.” She tilted her hips upward, guiding him into her body.
His kisses swallowed her brief gasp of pain and then they were moving as one, giving, receiving, offering, taking. He waited until he had once again brought her to her peak before jerking free and clutching his fallen shirt to his loins.
He did not straighten their ruffled clothes, but instead pulled her into his warm embrace and held her close, his heart thundering just as fast as hers.
