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want?”
    “Yes, yes, God. Please, Alex, please.”
    He pressed down; the head of his cock stretched her. Longing consumed her and she bit on her lip. He entered a slight way. The powerful muscles in his torso were rigid against her, telling her how much he was holding himself back. “Shall I fuck you now?”
    “Yes, please, yes!”
    He sank in swiftly. She cried out. He pulled all the way out then plunged again and she cried out even louder. Her cunt contracted around him and he groaned.
    “You are hot, tight perfection.”
    She wrapped her legs snugly about his waist, squeezing him. “Fuck me. Oh, please, fuck me.”
    He growled low in his throat and then began fucking her almost savagely. Her hips danced frantically to meet his downwards thrusts, their joined bodies making wet noises. His lower pelvis grazed her nub with each movement. Her tension drew tighter and tighter then with her legs, she gripped him harder and her inner walls spasmed over and over and over, releasing torrents of pleasure. She came so hard, so long; she thought she might die of it. She didn’t care. White lights seemed to explode in her mind. She screamed his name.
     
    * * * *
     
    Her body still pulsed and ticked at its core as she sponged herself at the washstand behind the screen for delicacy’s sake. The steam coming off the basin of very warm water smelt of gillyflowers and heightened her sense of well-being. She couldn’t wait to fling herself back into Alex’s arms. As she came from behind the screen, he caught her about the waist, his strong arm locking about her like iron. She squealed, the sound high-pitched and echoing in the chamber.
    He kissed her neck, his lips fastening on her sensitive flesh and sucking. Tingles radiated all along her; gooseflesh rose in all directions. Her nipples pulled tight and she laughed with the sensation.
    “God, you taste sugar-sweet.” He refastened his lips and drew harder.
    “Don’t make a mark!” she said, her laughter making it hard to push the words out.
    “You’re just getting a rest now, my lusty nymph. A brief one.” He let her go but gave her bottom a smack before she could get away from him.
    “Zachariah better bring a large bag of art supplies,” she said, only half jokingly.
    He began to retrieve his scattered clothing. As he lifted his jacket off the floor, a letter dropped out of the pocket.
    “What’s that?” she asked, pointing.
    He looked down at the red and blue patterned rug then picked it up and stared at it. “Oh, yes, it came right before Nicolo arrived.”
    She considered the heavy, expensive-looking ivory vellum and the grand wax seal. “It looks important.”
    He examined the seal. “It’s from Sexton. It’s business and can wait.”
    “Well, I would hate to be the cause of you losing thousands.”
    He glanced up at her. “Aye, especially since you are to be my wife.”
    She laughed then pranced naked to the bed and sprang herself across it face down with her arse poised for his pleasure. She glanced back and smiled at him. He wasn’t looking. His gaze was fixed on the letter, his brows drawn tightly together.
    She grasped the pillow, pulled it under her upper body and hugged it. “Oh, go on, open it. I shall wait. It will give me practice at being a good and patient wife.”
     
    * * * *
     
    Alex tore open the seal and folded out the letter. He skimmed over the salutation but his attention was drawn back to the paleness of Emily’s arse against the dark green coverlet. She writhed and wiggled, playing the shameless tease. The beginnings of desire tingled through his loins. Christ, no one could rouse him like she could. He was going to put the letter down, and then he was going to top her just like that and hold her body still to the bed—and plunge his cock into her tight, wet heat. This time he was going to make her come until she begged him to stop—
    His gaze caught one word.
    Elise .
    His heart stopped.
    Aimee’s ship.
    He scanned lower, his