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body, but his hand blocked the sight.
    “Are you certain, Angelica?” Julian tensed and watched her closely. “If we continue, if you allow me to touch you further, there is no regress.”
    “I know, Julian.”
    “Do you?” Silver eyes drilled into her as if he could see into her core, to divine the truth of her words.
    “Yes, I’m certain.” Angelica arched into him. “I want to experience this with you, Julian.”
    “If we do this, you’ll be mine. In every sense of the word.”
    Impatience made her restless, but Julian’s intensity reached her. Just the thought of belonging to Julian was enough to send her pulse leaping. But she knew what he really asked was if she understood the larger implications of their actions tonight. That she would be ruined in the eyes of society, if it were known.
    Angelica, of anyone, knew what the worst consequence of their actions could be. And she’d willingly accept it in exchange for this moment.
    Angelica placed her hand on his cheek. “I want nothing more than to be yours, Julian.”
    With a groan, he crushed her to him in a greedy kiss. He pushed his trousers aside and he was there , his hot flesh to hers. Julian kissed his way down her neck as he rubbed his penis along her once, twice. Tremors of pleasure threaded through her. He guided the length, probing at the entrance to her very center. And then he shifted, pressed forward and, on a shaft of pain, he pushed in with a groan. Filling her. His head pressed into the crook of her neck.
    Tears clouded her eyes as Julian reared back to look at her. “Are you all right?”
    “Yes,” she said and touched the warm skin at his hip, under the long tail of his shirt. “It’s easing already.”
    When next Julian moved, it was a tentative probing, a deepening of the penetration until she felt impossibly full, raw. Sensitive.
    As if to bide his time, Julian licked a path to her breast, laving her until she ached with need. When he drew the peak into his mouth to suckle, she felt the sensation deep inside and her inner muscles clenched at Julian.
    In response, Julian tensed then began to set an intriguing rhythm that Angelica was helpless but to follow. Heat flooded her, stole her breath until she was gasping, emitting those little sounds again.
    “Oh, God, yes,” Julian groaned, his voice thick and muffled where he burrowed into the crook of her neck again. “Wrap your legs around my waist. Just like that, sweetheart.”
    The new position offered an exquisite angle, and Angelica could feel tension building, the room fading and then… Julian cried out and nipped at her collarbone, the little sofa lurched and Angelica was lost in wave after wave of sensation.
    Long moments later, Angelica felt Julian move. As if he didn’t want to disturb her, he eased away, then tugged her skirts down and smoothed the folds into place.
    Angelica couldn’t look; she didn’t have the energy to lift a lid at the moment.
    “That’s my girl,” murmured Julian.
    Girl? She’d never felt more like a woman in her life.

CHAPTER EIGHT
    Julian had to get her clothed, covered up. Get all of that sweet flesh hidden again, or he’d be tempted to do more. He fumbled with the tapes of her dress, and finally managed to get them tied.
    Actually touching her, the scent of her arousal, heavy in the air from her orgasm, filled his senses and the taste of her… God, the taste of her was still rich upon his tongue. How he managed to dress her when every impulse in him screamed to strip her, bare her and take her again, he did not know.
    But he needed to get it done, before they were discovered. Before it was revealed that he had deflowered the daughter of his closest friend.
    Angelica didn’t even crack an eyelid she was so replete. She’d given herself to her passions so deeply, so trustingly…. Angelica emitted a soft shushing sound and Justin couldn’t restrain a smile. It wasn’t really a snore, but it was indicative of the deep sleep she’d