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    His hips stopped moving, and she could not keep from lifting her own hips, wanting more of his rock-hard length inside her, but each time she lifted, he pulled away in a cruel game.
    She’d never been so aroused in her life.
    Two could play at that game.
    She reached between their bodies, her fingers finding his sac, finding that sensitive patch she had read about, and stroking it with her thumb.
    She smiled when he groaned, a sensual grunt that made her pulse quicken. He thrust deep, followed by long, fluid strokes that had her moving along the ground.
    Her head brushed against the side of the tent, and he went up on his knees, pulling her by the hips. His gaze shifted from hers to where their bodies joined.
    She looked too, shocked at his size, watching with excitement and exhilaration as he entered her slowly, his rod slick from her dew.
    His thumb brushed over her clit, once, twice. She archedher hips, and he pulled out, just to where the tip of his cock touched her opening.
    “Brochan,” she said, her fingers curling about his hips, urging him to fill her again.
    To her frustration, he didn’t budge, but played with her tiny nub, working it. He moved again and she cried out, her body reaching for climax.
    Brochan watched Annabelle as she climaxed, her eyes closing, her mouth opening.
    He felt the tremors against his cock, her inner muscles gripping him tight, pulsing around him in exquisite harmony. Thrusting deeper, his balls tightened, ready to come.
    He pulled out, his seed pulsing onto the hard ground beneath him, falling onto her, trying to control his breathing. Why in the hell had he refrained from coming inside her? Wasn’t that the idea behind her abduction?
    God’s breath, he would have a difficult time sending her back to her father.
    Mayhap he would keep her a little while.
    Never had he expected to discover in Annabelle MacLellan a vixen who could set his blood on fire. A woman who had obviously made love to a man before, because where else would she have learned to touch him in such ways?
    And her body had accepted his eagerly, taking him fully inside her.
    Had it been her betrothed who had taken her maidenhead? The vain cousin who had seemed almost too feminine?
    Or did she have another lover?
    “Why are you frowning?”
    Surprised she had been watching him, he looked down, embarrassed to find they were off the furs completely and on the hard ground.
    His knees were dirty, as no doubt her bottom would be. He rolled so that his back was against the dirt, and she above him, straddling him.
    His cock jerked, already semihard again.
    She looked down at him, her lips quirking in a sweet grin that made his insides twist. “Do you have something on your mind, Brochan?”
    His gaze shifted from hers, to her breasts, her nipples crinkling beneath his stare. Her fingers encircled his cock, and he jumped, shocked, yet delighted by the bold touch. His hands moved to her slender hips.
    Her hand tightened around him in a practiced stroke, up and down in a slow, even rhythm. “You are so deliciously hard again,” she said, staring at his cock.
    Her folds were swollen, her hair damp from their mingled juices. His fingers slid to her molten core, slipping inside the heat there.
    She was drenched, her fingers clasping around him. His thumb brushed over her clit, and she sat up abruptly, his fingers falling away as she positioned herself over his cock.
    She took him inside her, sighing when she sat down fast, and then rotated her hips in a slow circle. A smile tugged at her lips as, with hands on his chest, she started to ride him.
    Her full breasts bounced with the rhythm, and he reached out and cupped them, a perfect handful, the erect nipples pressing into his palms.
    Terri had never been so turned on in her life. Her vagina so slick, stretched more in this position, taking every long inch of him. So stuffed she couldn’t possibly take another half an inch.
    His thumb brushed over her clit, and he watched