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himself
    completely embedded in her body, delicious satisfaction gripping

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    his senses. When he began to slide backwards, she sucked in a
    breath, letting it out slowly as he sank back in.
    It was too good, he thought hazily, and she was simply too
    perfect for him to last long. Her heated walls held him closely, her
    breasts pale and trembling with each thrust as he moved forward,
    her long lashes veiling her dark eyes. He pushed in and out with
    measured urgency, not able to find his usual finesse and stamina,
    his need amazingly adolescent and swift. Lifting her hips to accept
    the rhythm of his lovemaking, Jenna didn’t help matters with her
    small breathy cries..
    “Jonathan,” she moaned when he drove in deep. “Oh…it’s
    happening again…I feel it coming …”
    So did he, in a relentless tide that consumed his body.
    Reaching between them, he fingered her swollen bud as he pushed
    forward once more, stroking her cleft with a practiced touch,
    hearing her choked scream with relief as she shattered around his
    surging cock. Her vagina clenched in small waves as he erupted
    inside her, his release so infinitely pleasurable that he groaned and
    locked his muscles, rigid and pulsing for what seemed a blissful
    eternity, spilling his seed deep against her trembling womb.
    Gradually he began to be aware again of the restless sea
    outside lapping the shore, the cries of night birds and rustling of
    the animals in the jungle not far from them…and the woman still
    beneath him, her luscious body damp with his sweat, her thighs
    quivering against his hips. Gently withdrawing, he gathered her
    into his arms, kissing her lips, his body satisfied and replete. “You
    are a passionate woman,” he murmured against her silky hair.
    “And infinitely generous.”
    With a sigh, she turned willingly into his embrace, putting her
    arms around him and snuggling close. “I suspect you are generous
    as well, my lord. And I am glad you are here with me.”
    As she drifted off to sleep, he wondered cynically if he would
    be able to share her now that he had tasted her incredible passion.

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    Emma Wildes
    Not that he had a choice. She was not his specifically; she
    belonged to none of them.
    And to all of them.
    It was similar to being trapped on a beautiful island by a tragic
    shipwreck. He felt both lucky and supremely cursed.

    * * * *
    Walking slowly behind Major Reeves as he skirted the path
    into the forest, Jenna was glad for the first time someone was
    accompanying her to the waterfall pool for her bath. That morning
    she had awakened disappointingly alone, the sound of a small
    commotion outside making her almost rush out the door stark
    naked. When she did peek out the doorway, she saw a large cat on
    the beach. The creature seemed almost disdainful of the three men
    with sticks and knives that stood between her and it, which
    frightened her for them. Impressive muscles rippled under a sleek
    coat as it finally slunk back into the foliage. Shivering, she
    remembered how huge it had been, not realizing leopards were so
    large. Seeing with her own eyes one of the dangers of the jungle
    gave her a new acquiescence to being accompanied.
    Besides, they were all now going to know her body intimately,
    so privacy didn’t seem quite such a concern. She blushed when she
    thought of the things Jonathan Richmond had done to her the night
    before. Now that it was too late, she wondered if the act of sexual
    intercourse was possible to engage in with detachment of emotion.
    It must be, if women everywhere plied their trade as harlots,
    though she hardly wanted to compare herself to them. It wasn’t as
    if any of the men who would bed her were strangers, but she had
    been unprepared for the sheer intimacy of the act itself.
    Or the blissful physical joy she had experienced.
    “Stay here for a moment,” Anthony ordered, his gaze narrowed

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    on the plunging water ahead. “Let me make sure it is