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Her body engulfed him in a hot, slick, tight embrace.Sensation scored him. Ripples coursed through his body, a bliss so sublime hecould no longer think. No longer breathe. No longer see or hear or feelanything…anything but her.

Their gazes locked. In her eyes, he saw it. Saw herpleasure, her delight. Her adoration.

He’d never realized how much he’d missed that. Neverrecognized the hole its loss had carved in his soul. While he was in her, withher like this, he felt suddenly complete once more.

Every tear he’d ever shed, every sacrifice, every loss waswashed away by the flood of emotion she evoked, the flood of desire theirlinked bodies created.

She writhed beneath him. The walls of her cunt rippledaround him in agonizing waves. Sanity fled.

He yanked out. She gasped, then the gasp became a deep moanas he plunged back in. Again and again, from this angle and that. He found thespot, the one that made her quiver and quake, and he worked it, barraging herwith thrust after thrust after thrust of hard, hot passion.

He knew when she came again. Her body tightened, anexcruciating hold. She panted and cried out and a warm wash coated his achingcock, easing his passage.

A frantic fervor possessed him. A burning, boiling need forrelease. For possession. Complete possession. As he worked her, coaxing her tothe edge of bliss once more, his tension rose to an unbearable peak.

She lifted her knees, clasped his hips. Grunted and beggedand quaked under the weight of every plunge. It drove him wild that she wasright there with him, wrapped in rapture, urging him on, weeping for more.

His pace increased. Shorter, harder, deeper. He felt hiscrest, his completion, burning in his balls, coiling at the base of his cock.

Need blurred his vision. A need so raw, so feral, so bestialhe could barely contain it. He dipped his head and captured her nipple. Shecried out, came around him, clamping his cock in a vise—a vise of pleasure.

He crested.

Sucking in a lungful of much-needed air, he exploded. Hisseed erupted into her waiting womb in a hot, desperate flood. Wave after waveof seething delight scorched him, burning him to the core.

And then a peace unlike anything he’d ever known rushed into fill the void. It welled up within him and bubbled into his soul, saturatinghim with an unspeakable serenity. He closed his eyes and reveled in the moment.

It was the sweetest moment of his life.

And it was all because of her.

Violet.

Chapter Eight

Violet awoke in heaven. A soft mattress cradled her body.Warmth cocooned her. A sense of well-being sang in her heart. It had been solong since she’d felt something so wonderful, she almost didn’t recognize it.

It took a minute to center herself, to remember who andwhere she was.

Memories of the previous night flooded her and with it camea scorching heat. It crawled up her neck in a prickling tide.

Oh. Had she done that?

Had she splayed herself on the carpet before Ewan’s fire andbegged him to take her?

She had.

And heavens. It had been marvelous.

She should probably feel the thorns of shame stabbing at herconscience. She did not. For years she had dreamed of that boy, that kiss.

If she would give herself to a man, she couldn’t imagine abetter choice. And after her experience with Craig, after the horror of nearlyhaving her innocence ripped from her—by a man who revolted her—she could feelno regrets at giving it to Ewan.

She nestled back against him and he tightened his embrace,mumbling something in his sleep. Her bottom nudged the crux of his thighs, thethick wedge rising there. Desire—and a touch of mischief—flickered through her.She undulated her hips, just a bit, and the wedge twitched.

A sense of power, elation danced in her veins.

He wanted her.