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toward him, her face lifted for a kiss.   Channing’s body burned for her, the daughter of his sworn enemy.   The irony of it all didn’t go unnoticed by him.
    Yet, it didn’t seem to matter with the hunger for Abigail that scorched through his body.   There was nothing and no one except Abigail.
    His hands began to shake as need swelled.   He couldn’t tease her anymore.   With one jerk, he had the nightgown over her head and tossed it aside.
    His breath lodged in his throat as he gazed at the woman before him.   She stood as still as a statue, her gaze pinned to him.   Her lips were parted, patiently waiting.
    But he feared he’d never get enough of looking his fill of her.   She was exquisite.   Her alabaster skin was flawless except for a small mole on her right shoulder.   She had small, pert breasts, a narrow waist and long, lean legs he couldn’t wait to have wrapped around him.   Her sex was hidden by a patch of golden curls that beckoned him.
    His cock stirred at the thought of touching her, tasting her.   It was as if he had finally come alive after centuries of sleeping.
    He pulled her into his arms to kiss her once again.   Her lips eagerly accepted his kiss as her nipples, already pebbled, brushed against his chest.
    To his surprise, her hands went to the waist of his trousers.   A smile pulled at his lips at her eagerness.   He easily unfastened his pants and let them fall to the floor.
    He didn’t stop her when she stepped back to look at him.   No one since Rebecca had wanted to see his body. Until now.
    As her gaze centered on his cock, he nearly went up in flames at the small smile that played about her lips.   Desire pumped viciously through him, and at the state he was in, he wouldn’t last long at all.
    With the last of his patience evaporating, Channing jerked her against him before claiming her mouth in a brutal kiss meant to frighten her into leaving.   He didn’t like how she made him feel, what she made him long for.
    He was supposed to use her, and instead he wanted to fill her body with him, to see her face when she peaked.   Channing wanted to spend hours learning her body and kissing every inch of her.
    But she didn’t leave.   A groan ripped from him when her hands plunged into his hair and she accepted his kiss as if she’d waited a lifetime for it.
           Abby felt herself being lowered onto the bed, but all she cared about was Channing touching her.   His kiss had scorched her, inflaming her already growing desire until she could think of nothing but him.
    His mouth traveled across her cheek to her ear where he teased her lobe with his tongue.   Abby gasped when his hands cupped her breasts and gently rolled them.   She bit her lip when her breasts swelled and heard herself moan as he thumbed her nipples.
    Pleasure surged through her, centering at her sex, pulsing, craving...yearning.   He lowered his head and took a sensitive nipple into his mouth.
    Abby arched her back as he began to suckle. Her hips moved of their own accord, seeking him.   The contact sent a spasm of need so strong she repeated the movement.
    “Nay,” he ground out before he moved to her other nipple.
    Abby couldn’t stop the moan from passing through her lips as he laved her nipple with his hot tongue.   Her body was on fire, and the only one who could quench the longing was Channing.
    His hands moved over her hips to her legs before returning to her breasts once more.   While his mouth teased one nipple, his fingers pinched the other.   But it was her sex that craved his attention.
    As if reading her mind, his shifted down her body, trailing kisses over her stomach and hips as he moved.   The first touch of his fingers as they parted her sex made her breath catch in her throat.   And then his finger dipped inside of her.
    Abby twisted the covers in her hands as passion enveloped her.   She arched her back, seeking more of Channing, more of his masterful touch. He