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her. Controlling her. Providing her with the sensation of flying wild and free.
    After a long interval of mindless sensation, she made an abrupt landing against the wall, her heart hammering so loudly she couldn’t hear his panting breaths, though she felt them convulsing his body. He shifted and thrust, his pelvic bone making intimate contact with her nub. White-hot sparks of pleasure exploded within her. He covered her mouth with his as she cried out.
    His thrusts came shorter and faster until, with a sudden, sharp inhalation, he withdrew. He pressed his cock to her belly, surging as warm wetness jetted against her.
    An immediate sense of loss assailed her. She clutched his shoulders and sobbed softly. Her relaxed internal muscles tightened with a wistful regret because he had not spilled himself inside her, leaving her all saturated and slick with his seed, marked and claimed. As his.
    What madness.
    He braced her against the wall. Moments passed with nothing but their panting breaths. Her cooling sweat made her shiver and his lips grazed her temple. He murmured something. Against her belly, he remained hard. She hadn’t known it could be so for a man.
    “Let’s lie down,” he said. Tightening his grip on her bottom, he carried her to the bed and laid her on it. He moved away and stripped his clothes off. Naked, he looked somehow taller, leaner, his shoulders and chest wider, his hips narrower. As he approached the bed, his face was all angles and hardness in the waning light filtering in through the curtains.
    “Where did you learn something like that—like what we just did?” she asked, watching as he reached under his pillow and pulled out a linen towel.
    He sat beside her and began wiping his seed off her belly. “You don’t really want to know.”
    His light, teasing tone practically begged her response. “Yes, I do.”
    He grinned and a devilish light entered his eyes, making him look positively boyish. Then he shook his head and folded the towel over to a new, dry side and wiped her upper thighs.
    “Are you going to tell me?” she demanded impatiently.
    He traced circles over her stomach with a fingertip. “From a Russian princess, years ago, when I was not much younger than you. She liked to play games, too.”
    “Princess? Ha, she was not!”
    “Well, now, she said she was…and if she wanted to be a princess to me, who was I to gainsay her?”
    A princess indeed. Beth bristled all over. “Well, you needn’t sound so pleased about the matter,” she blurted.
    She wished she’d bitten her tongue clean through rather than said that.
    He laughed softly. “Why do women ask questions they don’t really want answers to?” He lowered his head and kissed her belly. “Don’t fret yourself. You’re more beautiful than any princess I’ve ever seen.”
    He found her navel with his tongue, flicking and teasing. She gasped as renewed lust flashed through her. But the import of what he’d just told her sank in. “You’ve really been to Russia?”
    “My father sent me all over the world as a supercargo. I had to learn things they don’t teach at Harvard.”
    “Like how to fuck a princess?” Her words came out all snappish and inside she cringed.
    He laughed and tossed the towel aside. “No, I don’t think he intended that. The only things my father approved of were working and making a profit. I know he took an early evening at least once, or else I’d not be here, but other than that his only pleasures were the counting house and the Exchange.”
    “What did your mother think of that?”
    His eyes grew shadowed. “I don’t know. She was a very frail lady and kept to her rooms. She died when I was six.”
    Her heart contracted with sympathy and she suddenly wanted to embrace him and crush his dark head to her breasts. To offer him solace more tender than passion. Her mouth went dry and her belly fluttered with pure fear at this emotion. She quickly changed the subject. “I have never been