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twisted and moaned.
    “Please, oh, please,” she begged, not sure what she was asking for. He continued his luxurious assault on her, the only noises in the room her cries and the sounds his mouth was making.
    At last, when she felt she couldn’t stand any more—not that she was standing; she doubted her legs would hold her—he took his mouth away and got back onto the divan to lie on her, his hard, rigid length against her stomach.
    “I want to feel you around me as you come,” he said, lowering his mouth to kiss her. “I’m selfish, you know that, right?”
    Oh, he was, but if this was selfishness, she was glad he had this particular fault.
    “I’m going to do what you want now, Violet. Are you ready?”
    But he wasn’t selfish, he was thoughtful, and concerned, and very, very naked. Not to mention about to make love to her, right here in his study on his divan, amongst the philosophers and the books and all the thinking he normally engaged in when he was here.
    Violet held her breath as he nudged at her entrance. And gasped as he entered her. Would he even fit? His expression showed total concentration, while his brow dripped a few drops of moisture onto her.
    It was good to know she wasn’t the only one working up a heat.
    “Lord, Violet, you are so tight,” he said, sliding his hard shaft into her. A sharp twinge cut into the waves of sensual pleasure washing over her, and he stopped hismovement.
    “Did I hurt you?” he asked, his eyes staring intently down at her. Thoughtful. That was her Christian.
    “Yes, but never mind that.” She cupped his backside and nudged him. “Let us finish this challenge.”
    “It will be my pleasure,” he said with a wicked grin. “Not to mention yours as well.”
    It was good to find he still kept his sense of humor, even in the midst of all this.
    Christian captured her mouth with his as he began to move, the thrusting of his tongue in her mouth mirroring his movement down below.
    Goodness, Violet thought, wasn’t this lovely? She ached, yes, but a stronger, far more pleasurable ache was building inside her. Like that earlier aching, but more intense, if only for the fact that they were joined there, and he was on top of her, and all she could think about was him, and them, and this.
    “Please, Christian.” She didn’t even know what she was begging for; she only knew there was something else. There had to be, one couldn’t walk around feeling this sense of total wanting all the time, or one would go mad.
    “Faster? Slower? Harder?”
    “Yes,” Violet replied, nonsensically.
    * * *
    When Violet came, shattered in his arms, it was the most alive Christian had ever felt. This was what could happen between a man and a woman, between a man and a woman who—loved each other?
    Because he knew, even though she hadn’t said it, that she loved him. Why else would she have dared to do this, risk her engagement, just to prove there was passion between them?
    She was absolutely lovely. Intelligent, witty, and beautiful to look at. Plus, if he was being honest, her body was absolutely stunning, definitely a delightful addition to their future life together.
    “Violet.” Christian slowed his rhythm, watched as the sensual flush receded from her cheeks. Her eyes, which had been closed, opened, and she gave him a satisfied smile.
    “What?” Her expression grew concerned. “Am I doing something wrong?”
    “God, no.” He thrust in, hard, just to prove his point. “It’s perfect, and it’ll be better when I come inside you. Maybe we’ll even be making a future Violet or Christian when I do.”
    The thought apparently hadn’t occurred to her, because her eyes widened in surprise.
    “But I want to say something.”
    “Mmm?” She’d closed her eyes again, and was, unconsciously perhaps, grasping his buttocks with firm hands. He definitely enjoyed it that she genuinely reacted, didn’t just act as a female was supposed to. Plato was wrong on this score—his