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against the desire surging through him. |
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She turned her head, rubbing her cheek along his palm once more, and her eyes met his. He read the same desire in those eyes that tingled throughout his body. |
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"Now, christian. Make love to me now." She leaned toward him, her eyes shining bright green in the reflection from the lamplight. "Show me the difference between having sex and making love. Make me believe. I think you're the only one who can." |
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He didn't answer her with words. He let his lips prove to her the truth of that statement. |
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Gently he kissed her faceher cheeks, her chin, her closed eyelids. Then he moved to her mouth. He wanted to be gentle, to show her his love in such a way that she would always know he cherished her. But when their lips met and hers parted her soft sigh of trust mingling with his haggard breathing, the raging desire he'd banked within him since the first time they'd kissed sparked to life. |
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Needing to be closer, he pulled her into his lap, then froze when she uttered a small whimper of pain. He raised his head, but she pulled him back, her fingers strong on his neck. |
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"No, don't stop. I'm all right," she said before her lips met his once more. |
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Her firm buttocks pressed against his arousal and he shifted to relieve some of the pressure. She moaned and pressed herself against him harder. Sweat broke out on his brow. He'd waited so long for thiscould he wait any longer? |
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As though they had a mind of their own, his |
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