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    With two fingers, Jeff unveiled her. What would he do now? Did he mean to hurt her? Fancy’s mind swirled with unanswered questions and unspeakable desires—the foremost of which he immediately fulfilled.
    Jeff’s tongue touched her in that most vulnerable place and some primitive part of Fancy’s nature came to the fore, completely taking her over. Her head fell back, with no order from her, and a soft cry of surrender escaped her.
    He began to kiss her, to nibble at her as though shewere the most delicious delicacy, and she groaned his name, her fingers tangled, frantic, in his butternut hair. She still did not know what magic he offered, but she was already prepared to beg for it. Unconsciously, she widened her stance to permit him greater enjoyment and he chuckled brazenly as he tasted her and lapped at her with his tongue. Finally, he took full suckle, and when he did that Fancy gave a choked shout of triumph.
    Heat surged through her, all of it coming from the delicate bud where his mouth at once caressed and punished her. She shuddered as the joy built toward some unbearable conclusion, and his strong hands gripped her bare bottom, holding her close, making the anguished pleasure inescapable.
    “Ooooh!” she shouted, and there was a great, brutal trembling inside her as this unknown need was fully, finally met. When the last tender explosion had ebbed away, Jeff stood, then calmly removed Fancy’s new dress, her displaced drawers, her camisole.
    “What are you—” she managed to choke out. “I’ve never—”
    “Oh, certainly not,” agreed Jeff, with tender sarcasm, as he lowered her to the clean straw covering the barn floor. Then he removed his own clothes and Fancy thought distractedly how magnificent he was. The hard, muscular length of him was something of a shock, though, when stretched out upon her.
    “Jeff—you must listen—I—”
    His head slid to one bare and generous breast, causing it to welcome his attentions. Fancy was lost, because that same mystical, blinding need that had consumed her before was back again, dictating the actions of her body, silencing the protests of herreason. With one knee, Jeff gently forced her legs apart.
    He entered her swiftly—too swiftly, for there was a tearing pain as her seal was broken. Fancy stiffened and gasped aloud.
    Jeff lifted his magnificent head to stare at her, his face draped in soft shadows. “Fancy?” he questioned, in a hoarse, stricken voice.
    The pain had faded and Fancy was aware again of the wild urgings that came from within her and yet could not possibly be contained by one small body, so infinite was their scope. She clasped at the muscle-rippled small of his back, desperate for the completion she knew she had not yet achieved.
    “A virgin!” he muttered distractedly, but he was again moving upon her, slowly, smoothly. It was as though he wanted to stop but couldn’t.
    Fancy began to rise and fall beneath him, instinctively allowing him to lead her. And yet he moaned a soft plea, as though it were she who commanded.
    As his thrusts increased in power, so did Fancy’s passion. She was delirious with it now, clutching at the muscled curves of his buttocks, driving him deeper and deeper. Their separate bodies became fully one, heaving with the exertion demanded of them, glistening with a sheen of perspiration.
    Fancy seemed to burst through the barn roof, spinning. She clutched at Jeff in a beautiful sort of terror, but his cries and the ceaseless thrusts of his fierce manhood only drove her higher. She was certain that if she could only turn her head, she would find herself looking down on the house and the river and the apple orchard.
    Suddenly, his great body stiffened and he rasped hername as his seed rippled into the depths of her, again and again. She spoke softly and soothed his broad back with her hands as he shuddered upon her.
    Finally, Jeff sank to her, his breath harsh, his frame still quivering with the brutal