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real enough.
    Parting her moistly swollen lips, Karl stroked and circled the place she needed him the most. A ragged cry of need escaped her as he replaced that skilful finger with the tip of his erection. Surely, she couldn’t—
    He lifted her a little bit more. And she could. She had.
    She cried out, biting her arm to silence the moment of shock as he gently probed deeper. She should have realised that Karl would soon make her forget. Touching that special place with more than just a little intent, he began circling it rhythmically, so that now she could only associate his shallow thrusts with pleasure.
    She whimpered enthusiastically, urging him on.
    ‘A little more?’ Karl suggested as he dropped kisses on her neck.
    ‘A lot more,’ she gasped excitedly, thrusting her hips towards him.
    Breath shot out of her as he took full possession of her body. How could she be filled and stretched like this? It seemed impossible.
    She lost control and came almost at once, wildly, uncontrollably, noisily, bucking and writhing. And then he started to move again, from side to side at first, massaging her where she needed him the most, before moving back and forth, shallow thrusts to begin with, and then deep and firm thrusts. It was that waiting for contact when he sank in deep to the hilt to give her that little extra rub that brought her to the edge again so quickly.
    Could she ever get enough of this?
    Ever?
    No! They didn’t need tripwires for the polar bears. Her screams would frighten them away. Her excitement was indecent—she called out to urge him on with words she’d never used before. She couldn’t get enough of him. Of this. She couldn’t angle herself acutely enough, open her legs wide enough. She could never have this hard enough, fast enough.
    Enough of this?
    Never.
    One night in a tent with Karl could never be enough. She was shrieking with pleasure and so close to the edge. When Karl took a firm hold of her hips in his big strong hands and drove into her, her mind emptied. Sensation ruled. She needed this. She needed him. She needed to let go again! Now!
    ‘ Yes!’
    ‘Greedy,’ he murmured approvingly when she came apart in his arms again. And still she couldn’t stop herself undulating back and forth, and it wasn’t long before she was ready again.
    ‘So you’re not tired yet?’ Karl commented drily as he brushed kisses across her cheeks and eyelids.
    ‘No, I’m not,’ she assured him, arching her back to confirm this. ‘I don’t think I could ever tire of—’
    Her words were choked off as Karl began taking her again. No distractions. Sensation overload. She had to concentrate.
    ‘Then at least we have one thing in common,’ he said as she screamed in pleasure.

    Perhaps more than one thing, Karl thought the next day as Astrid took to polar exploration with the same enthusiasm she had shown for sex. She had milked him dry not once but many times last night. There had been no danger of them freezing in the night. Even if the water heater had failed, they still would have been in serious danger of overheating, and after spending a day on the tundra with Princess Astrid, he had been forced to revise his opinion of her completely. She was quite a woman. She had undergone survival training at university, Astrid had explained, where she had also gained degrees in geology and metallurgy. She insisted on meeting the indigenous people and through an interpreter had asked about their concerns, discussing these with him afterwards to see what she could do about them. She had spent time playing with the children and had surprised him when she had produced drawing equipment from her bag. It was sensible stuff, too: heavy-duty paper and thick wax crayons that wouldn’t let children down in the cold.
    ‘I was hoping to meet some children,’ she’d told him, her face glowing with the light of a woman who genuinely cared. ‘I want to thank you for those introductions, Karl.’
    They had moved on to