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    “Patrick.” Her voice was sweet.
    He turned to find her standing in the door between the rooms. She was as naked as he was. She held out a hand to him, and he groaned.
    “Come, love. My bed is already warm.”
    He couldn’t take his eyes off her lovely, generous breasts and sensuous long legs. Her honey-colored hair fell heavy and thick to below her tiny waist. Her eyes glittered as he’d never seen them do.
    “If I get into yer bed tonight, Cat, there’s no turning back. I’ll play no more games wi ye. If I come to yer bed this night, sweetheart, I’ll take yer virginity. Make no mistake about it! What I start, I’ll finish!”
    “Come, Patrick.” She walked back into her bedroom.
    He followed her. “Are ye certain, hinny?”
    She turned and put her hand on his chest, sending a wave of shock through him. “I canna wait longer, my lord. Please dinna make me beg ye.” She climbed into the big bed and held out her arms. Quickly he joined her and, catching her to him, kissed her strongly. He felt her tremble against him and shifted to look down at her.
    “Yer sure?”
    “Aye, my lord.”
    She quivered like a captive wild creature as his lips began to explore her body. His kisses burned deeply into her fair skin, and when his mouth closed over a hard little nipple, she felt a delicious mixture of pleasure and fear. His hand explored the moist secret place between her legs—teasing, stroking, caressing. Gently he moved a finger into her and she arched to meet it. She was tight, and her virgin shield intact. He would have to be very gentle in order to cause her the least possible pain.
    There was time, though. He had the whole night before him. He wanted her excited to a peak. She was not his first virgin, and he had found that a maiden excited to her limit felt less pain than one who was tense. He took her hand and placed it on his swelling organ. She didn’t pull her hand away, but shyly and gently caressed him, and suddenly bent and kissed its throbbing head.
    A great shudder tore through him. Forcing her back beneath him, he kissed her deeply. Their tongues were spears of fire, exploring, scorching. Her body began to writhe beneath him, and Patrick smiled. Bending over her, he let his mouth travel to the tiny mole that perched at the top of the cleft between her legs. Then he ran his tongue down that appealing little cleft. She gasped in shock.
    Now he was atop her, lovingly but insistently, moving her thighs apart. Gently he pushed into her and was delighted when, once again, she rose to meet him. It took all his self-control not to press too hard. He stopped and looked down at her. A fine, damp sheen covered her body, and he could tell she was a little frightened.
    “Easy, love, easy, sweetheart,” he crooned, and caressed her trembling body.
    “It hurts, Patrick! It hurts!”
    “Only a moment longer, love. One bad pain, then it will quickly get better,” he promised. And before she could protest further, he drew back and thrust quickly through the barrier. Her eyes widened and she screamed once in pain—a cry he half-stifled with his kisses. But he had not lied. The pain began to subside at once. He moved softly within her, and, slipping into a brilliant new world, Cat moved her body in time with his. Waves of pleasure washed over her, and as the intensity increased she felt herself drawn down into a whirling, golden vortex. She heard a girl’s voice cry out, and did not know the voice was her own. Then as suddenly as it had begun, it ended. She found herself cradled in Patrick’s arms, weeping.
    He was stricken with remorse and self-loathing. Covering her wet face with kisses, he pleaded with her to forgive him for being such a terrible brute. Cat caught him in mid-sentence, laughing through her tears.
    “You great fool!” she said, giving him a weak chuckle. “What am I to forgive ye for? Making me a woman two weeks before our wedding?” She took his face in her hands. “I love ye,