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gently.
    “Mmm,” was his only response.
    His fingers left her core and she was left holding his cock between them. She guided him to her entrance and spread her legs as wide as they could go.
    “Lucas,” she said loudly and pinched his shoulder.
    His eyes opened then widened as his body’s position registered. She arched against him, inviting him closer, deeper and he responded involuntarily with a thrust that seated him deeply in her.
    Tears filled her eyes at the combination of pleasure and pain riding through her.
    “Virgin,” he whispered and tried to retreat, but she wrapped her legs around his hips as Madame had told her to and kept him in place.
    “Charlotte,” he said with a groan that sounded like a prayer, but he remained still. “Why?”
    “I want you,” she told him half the truth. Whoring herself out to the highest bidder was her future, she might as well seize her first experience with a handsome young gentleman.
    She wriggled her hips a bit and he sank deeper.
     
    Charlotte’s warm heat wrapped tightly around his cock and spread throughout his abdomen and down his legs. He wasn’t quite sure how he’d got in this position. Well, he had some idea, but no clear memory of it. He’d been dreaming a vivid, real dream and responded to the warm female body pressed against his.
    At this early hour, every reason for keeping his distance from her fled along with rational thought. His only purpose was to slake the fire burning in his groin. Charlotte lay under him with shiny eyes and a warm, welcoming body.
    He stared down, trying to read her expression, but she only seemed eager and willing and, god help him, he was not strong enough to pull out.
    Taking her mouth in a deep kiss, he moved his hips forward, shuddering at the pleasure it brought. Her inner muscles squeezed his cock and he wanted to move in permanently. He took advantage, plundering and taking her as he’d never taken another woman. Snippets of the auction replayed in his mind, particularly the parts where he won.
    Yours.
    She is yours.
    In his wildest imaginings, he’d never thought it to be an aphrodisiac to own a woman, but it surged to his brain and cock like a heady brandy. Her cries of pleasure were a distant wave in his ears as he pounded in and out of her tight warmth. The reasons for his acquisition of Charlotte fell away, replaced by the reality of her lithe body and sweet scent. He pounded into her, feeling the slide of his hair-roughened chest against the smooth swell of her breasts.
    “Lucas.” His name on her lips was music in his ears. The last woman he’d bedded had not spoken English well. It had been years since he’d heard the sweet gasp of his name in his native tongue.
    “Charlotte,” he said, his voice an unfamiliar rasp. He opened his eyes to enjoy the view of the flushed, glistening woman beneath him and quickened his thrusts. He was near release if the tightness in his balls was any indication. He allowed himself one more dive into her luscious body before he pulled out and spilled his seed onto her belly.
    “Oh,” she released a little gasp, whether in surprise at the mess on her stomach or disappointment at the suddenness of the finale, he didn’t know. Nor did he care to guess.
    “I’ll get you a damp cloth,” he said and rolled away, squinting at the sunlight streaming through the window.
    Charlotte murmured something from the bed, but he didn’t catch it. His mind reeled with the implications of taking her innocence as he exited the bedroom. He’d never taken a virgin before. Christ, part of him felt as if he needed to seek out her father and go for a special license. But she was a whore, and if she had a father, what kind of useless cur would allow his daughter to auction off her virginity?
    He leaned against the closed bedroom door to get a hold of his confused thoughts.
    “A good night, sir?”
    Bellamy entered the hallway with a nary a blink at Lucas’ nudity. After seven years traveling