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scowl. “Fine. You want it rough?” He withdrew a few inches and rammed into her again.
    The friction caused her to gasp. She raised her legs and hooked them around his waist, wanting to accept as much of him as she could. Despite his threat, there was nothing rough in his actions. Each powerful stroke sent ripples of pleasure straight to her womb. His hungry kisses made her crave more of him. The frenzied tempo of their lovemaking matched the wild beating of her heart.
    For a few minutes, the only sounds in the berth were the slapping of skin and her moans. As wonderful as it felt to have him inside her, slowly building her up to her climax, there was something strangely familiar about all this. The smell of his desire, the taste of his skin, the intensity of his gaze as he watched her reactions. This is ridiculous. I just met him yesterday. But her body seemed to know him better than her mind, angling her hips to allow him deeper penetration and matching the rhythm of his thrusts. It was as if they were designed to bring each other pleasure.
    The tension from deep in her gut began to build like the first rumblings of an awakening volcano. A grin appeared on Luc’s face as if he knew he’d taken her to the brink, and he increased his pace. Every thrust intensified the internal tremors until they exploded on the surface with violent shudders. Rivers of bliss flowed from her sex to every inch of body. Her breath caught and she clung to him to keep from getting swept away by the intensity of her orgasm.
    “Ah, Daniela, you’re more beautiful than the angels when you come.” A few thrusts later, all the restraint melted from his face as he reached his own climax. His arm buckled under him and the weight of his body soothed the lingering spasms of her orgasm.
    Both of them struggled for air while their hearts pounded in sync, separated only by the flesh and bone of their chests. She curled his hair around her fingers and held him close until he grew still in her arms. Luc began leaving a trail of nibbles up the side of her neck, continuing to tease her and make her crave the taste of his mouth on hers again. Instead, she settled for the saltiness that hung on her lips after she kissed the beads of sweat away from his forehead.
    “Don’t,” he grunted. He closed his eyes and turned his head to the side.
    “Don’t what?”
    “Don’t be so gentle with me. I don’t deserve your affection.” He began to pull away, but she tightened her legs around his waist and kept him in her arms.
    She lifted his chin and searched his face. What had happened in his past that made him say that? Her gaze traveled down to the simple wooden cross that dangled from his neck. She brushed her fingers against it, making it sway above her breasts. “Someday you’ll have to tell me your story, Padre Luc.”
    The anger swirling inside the dark pupils when he opened his eyes made her regret calling him by that name. He pried her legs open and rolled off the narrow bed. Every movement was forced and purposeful, as if he was on the verge of striking her and trying to direct his rage into something else. “I told you not to call me that.”
    “I’m sorry, Luc.”
    He opened his mouth to say something else, but a brisk knock interrupted him. “ Bigllieti ,” a man said from the other side.
    The only perceptible movements were the flare of his nostrils and the ripple of a muscle along his jaw. Daniela knew that look. It was the, “we’re not finished with this conversation”, look, and a little trickle of fear ran down her spine. Whatever tongue-lashing he had in store for her, she hoped it would simmer down before he unleashed it.
    Luc flung the remnants of her shirt at her before pulling his pants on. She covered her nakedness while he exchanged a few words with the conductor and presented their tickets. Shame burned her cheeks. What had been a mind-blowing orgasm followed by a few moments of tenderness now made her feel cheap and