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magic could provide. No matter the consequences.
    His eyes snapped open. “Yes or no, love?”
    “Madeleine said no.” Georgie struggled to keep that in mind. Her grandmother had warned her in strident tones. If Georgie had sex with Silviu before they were married, Madeleine would make Christiana her heir.
    “This won’t defy Madeleine. How could it? I’m not even there.”
    She breathed out, tried to think, to rationalize, but her pussy was stretching around a magical intrusion, clenching in demand while heat snaked into her depths. In the end, Georgie could only nod her permission. Silviu slid into her with a cool pressure that stroked every nerve in her core, his magic a golden fire in her bones. She was stretched, but unfilled, caressed, but not touched.
    She wanted so much more. She wanted everything. Georgie squeezed her eyes closed and pretended for all she was worth that it was enough to have his energy sliding in, pulling out, over and over again. In only a moment, the pressure of his magic sparked her brain into believing what wasn’t possible. She ignored the difference between how it felt when they were skin to skin, and how it felt then, mind to magic. She let her body succumb to the pleasure he sent her.
    His magic raced over her and through her. The golden river of power vibrated along her nerves, plucked at her nipples and circled her clit. Falling under the spell, Georgie became nothing but sheer sensation, weightless, a roiling mass of need.
    She undulated on the bed, writhed on the comforter, pushing her head into her pillow until her short, curly hair was a tangle around her ears. Breathing was a chore as her heart pounded a rhythm that matched the pulsing magic Silviu drove into her. Pleasure spiked hard.
    Her pussy rippled around his energy and she wished it was his body, instead. With that thought, her mind fell over the edge, pouring satisfaction down her spine until she was heated through, the nerves in her mound exploding with pleasure.
    It ripped through her, but softly. It dropped her, but gently. Only with Silviu was Georgie completely overwhelmed—this was her own body, reacting to what it desired most, but without his strength of will undermining her familial responsibilities. Without his physical presence tempting her into complete surrender.
    Her climax was a curiously lonely sensation.
    He shimmered and shivered, blurred and faded. Her contracting inner walls held less and less of his magical form as his projection waned. Georgie slowly drifted back into sleep, even as her body continued to pulse, even as her heart continued to cry out for her lover and the way he always held her tight as she tumbled from her pleasure’s peak.
    Her last thoughts before true sleep claimed her were filled with schemes to change her grandmother’s demands of abstinence.

Chapter Four
     
     
     
    Silviu
     
    “Are you making contingency plans in case Graves throws you out?”
    His sister’s whispered question had Silviu dragging his eyes from the window as the runway’s landing lights grew more distinct. He’d been lost in recollections of waking up that afternoon, groaning Georgie’s name. He had still felt her silken skin against his—nothing more than an overactive memory—and her soft walls flexing around his cock—nothing more than an overactive imagination. His balls had been hammering, his dick throbbing. He’d no sooner opened his eyes than he’d come in a hot flood of need and wishful thinking.
    He’d stared at his sticky navel and plotted murder. Enough was enough—Madeleine would have to relent.
    “No,” Silviu finally answered. “If Georgie’s going to be there, Graves will simply have to accommodate my presence.”
    After his astral conversation with Georgeanne, Silviu had found Eliasz in a foul mood. Ileana had been ordered to travel with him to England and her betrothed was displeased with the request. More specifically, Eliasz was unhappy that Ileana would be anywhere