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D.J. slept in Christian's arms. Sometime in the hours between midnight and dawn they awoke and made love once more. This time the pace was as slow and leisurely as the first had been fast and frenzied. Both ways had their assets. She planned to spend the rest of her life learning all the ways she could make love to Christian and he to her. |
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He'd told her he loved her, over and over as he moved within her, and she believed him. But she still couldn't bring herself to return those words in kind. She could tell the omission hurt him, though he said nothing. She didn't want to hurt him, but she still couldn't form those three words on her lips even though they were imprinted upon her heart. They'd have plenty of time for words later, she assured herself. Someday she'd tell him. |
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