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into her wide eyes. Eyes full of trepidation. He went down harder, more insistent as his mouth tasted hers, his lips willing her to give in, to mold with his own as they had in the carriage. But still, he could feel her holding back, fighting against reaction. He pulled back once more.
    “It is okay, Reanna, you can give yourself to me.”
    “But earlier…”
    “Pay no attention to that, Reanna.” His hand buried deep into her dark waves, and he set his lips close, but not touching, to hers. “Just open these.” He kissed her, long and soft. “Open these to me, and let come what comes.”
    He moved his lips to her neck. “Can you do that for me?”
    Her head fell back, and the slightest murmur of sound escaped as he circled her neck.
    “Yes, please yes, Killian, yes.”
    Killian pulled up slightly to look into her face. Her eyes were half closed, cheeks flushed, and errant tendrils framed her face, taking her out of the coifed perfection he was used to seeing her in. Shifting her into something he couldn’t describe, something wild and uninhibited.
    Something completely unexpected.
    Her hips were already pressing forward into him. She had surrendered to instinct. And her instinct was carnal. Staggered breath, ripe with passion, poured from her, and her lidded eyes caught his.
    Killian lost himself.
    He grabbed her lower back with his free hand as he brought his lips to hers. Predatory, he took her delicate skin hard with full intent on matching her raw sensuality.
    His right hand, deep in her hair, wrapped the strands around his palm, tightening his grip and controlling the angle of her head. The scent of jasmine filled his senses, and his tongue searched out, parting the lips that had him drugged. When Reanna opened herself to him, Killian groaned and plunged deep within the contours of her mouth.
    His left hand moved downward, tightening around a buttock, and he pressed her body into his, feeling every flowing curve through the thin fabric of his pants and her flimsy silk nightgown. Her tongue tentatively touched his in return, and Killian reveled in the taste, not letting her withdraw from her commitment.
    A small purr, breathy, almost like a sigh, escape from deep within her throat. Killian pulled up at the sound, for he had never heard anything like it. Reanna just stood, most of her weight supported by him, her head tilted back and eyes closed, trust in every touch, every motion that Killian took, evident. Pure instinct.
    No reservations, she was letting her body do whatever her body naturally demanded. Innocent passion unleashed, and Killian was no force against it. Nor did he want to be.
    His lips went to her neck as he untied the six ribbons down her front that held the delicate silk together. He left no skin unattended as his mouth worked his way down with the ties.
    Her fingers dug deep into his hair as he pressed aside the flowing cloth to taste a breast. She gasped and involuntarily tried to step back, but Killian would not let her gain footing, holding the small of her back to his body as he licked and suckled the pink morsel. She didn’t resist his grip, and instead, arched into his mouth after the initial shock.
    One nipple taut with pleasure, he moved to the next, watching the shadows from the fire dance off her smooth skin. Her purring grew guttural. Not an ounce of her was standing by her own muscle, and Killian couldn’t wait any longer. He picked her up and strode over to the mammoth four-post bed, setting her in the middle of the silk coverlet.
    He stepped back, removing his own clothes, his eyes not leaving her. Sprawled on the bed, her silk rail draped half open on her body. Her skin glistened with unspent desire, the translucent cloth barely covering the ripe buds that he had teased into hardness. Her hair fell above her, a halo, and she watched him with hazy eyes, lips half parted as they silently begged to be ravaged once more.
    The devil. Killian shook himself. He was near to ripping