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a child immediately, he made it clear he felt I was to blame. His death set me free.”
    “I am guessing,” Anton said quietly, her answer pleasing him as he uncharacteristically disliked the idea of her former husband completely, “he was also selfish in bed?”
    Her blue gaze was direct and a little cynical. “If you are asking if I ever experienced anything so…vividly pleasurable before you, the answer is no. I am sure with your sophistication you’ve already realized that. Peter tended to come to me and take his satisfaction quickly, sometimes doing little more than shoving up my night dress.”
    As he leaned forward to lick her delicate jaw, Anton whispered, “I shoved up your skirts in the carriage this evening. Did I remind you of him?”
    Her breathing changed a fraction at his touch, the exhale of breath subtle but unmistakable. “No. He certainly never…never—”
    “Tasted your delicious, wet snatch?” Anton supplied mischievously, smelling the fragrance of her silken hair, one arm going around her waist to pull her closer. He’d seen the shock in her expression earlier when he’d used a crude word and liked teasing her.
     
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    “It was so sweet and running with your desire. Hot and silky and entirely female. What a fool he was to never have feasted on something so delectable. I look forward to eating there often.” He found he swelled just thinking about it, his erection growing, lengthening.
    “You are outrageous,” she murmured in demure reprimand as he moved his mouth to just below her ear. “For a well-mannered man, you seem to forget yourself, monsieur.”
    However, he noticed with satisfaction that when he urged her body next to his so they lay nestled together, she yielded willingly. “I promised to make love to you all night,” he said huskily, “and it is hours until dawn. I might be outrageous, but I am a man of my word.
    “You promised to make love to me sinfully ,” Lara reminded him, the languorous note in her voice as arousing as the soft feel of her in his arms. “I cannot imagine what that means.”
    “What about this,” he murmured, shifting her, rolling her over so she lay on her stomach, her tempting bottom kneaded by his hands, his fingers dark against firm, pale buttocks. He used his hands to push her legs open, “You’ll like this, chérie.”
    Grasping her hips, he positioned his straining erection against her cleft, already lubricated with the discharge of their earlier intercourse, the slick tissue giving wonderfully as he slowly invaded her tight female passage from behind. Her glorious hair, so extravagantly lovely and black, spilled over her back, the sight enticing as he began to push deeply in and withdraw in measured strokes. “The sensation,”
    he said hoarsely, ecstasy flooding his senses, “I am told is somewhat different when I mount you this way. You must tell me if this is true.”
    Relishing the firmness of her bottom against his stomach as he held her in place for his erotic invasion, Anton moved over and over, controlling himself with skill learned in almost two decades of sexual experience, holding back until she began to moan, her bottom lifting in needy supplication as she pushed back to receive his rigid cock.
     
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    When she shoved upward and went still, rippling around him, her body trembling, he allowed himself to explode with such force that he groaned, pushing his face into her hair. As he buried himself deep, he felt the hot insistent rush of sperm erupt from his body, the sensation so uniquely superb that he shuddered time and again.
    Gasping and sated, he finally withdrew, easing out from between her legs and collapsing at her side. Lara still lay on her stomach, her thighs streaked with slick rivulets of running semen, her breathing choppy. She looked incredibly beautiful in the flush following orgasmic climax; all desirable woman with her voluptuous body and half-closed eyes.
    He was beyond