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sending Brent into a frenzy of uncoordinated, violent thrusting until he found his release within her.
    Charity lay quietly for several minutes, enjoying the pleasant numbness of her body as it recovered from her orgasm and the unexpected pleasure of his body on top of her. They both struggled to regain their breath in the aftermath of their lovemaking.
    Finally, he stirred and rose up to look at her. “That was a long time coming.” He stated with a half smile, a small twitch of the lips she had seen numerous times but had forgotten she loved until now, his voice still husky from sex.
    It was such an honest statement that she gave a smile which became a laugh when she could hold it in no longer. He laughed, too, and suddenly the words seemed like the funniest understatement ever uttered.
    “I never realized it would be so good,” she marveled after the laughter had died out.
    Brent’s fingers buried themselves in her hair and he dropped his forehead to hers. “It’s because we were meant for this, Charity.” He meant it. Their lovemaking had been everything he’d been afraid that it might be, terrifying to a twenty-two-year-old intent on freedom, but like coming home to the man he was now.
    He pulled back to look into her eyes, searching for a sign of the girl he had known. He thought he saw her there staring back at him, but she was a woman now, wiser and more experienced, with all the complexities that promised. But he realized the need to tread carefully until he knew for sure.
    He kissed the tip of her nose, her cheekbones, her brow.
    “I’ve missed you,” he whispered.
    Charity stiffened beneath him and he wondered if he had revealed too much too soon, but then she cupped his face in her hands and brought his lips to hers. It was a tender kiss, full of warmth and wonder. “Me, too,” she whispered back.
    * * *
    Curling up next to her, Brent drew her into his arms. She came to him readily, her back to his chest, her buttocks nestled against his groin. He closed his eyes and buried his nose in the sweet jasmine scent of her hair. It felt so right to hold her. To kiss her. His lips pressed small kisses to the tender spot behind her ear, the curve of her neck. His hands closed over her breast and belly, wrapping both him and her in the chains. He silently cursed the objects which represented her distrust, but he wanted the decision to remove them to be hers so he didn’t press the issue.
    After a moment of gentle quiet, savoring the feel of closeness, she wiggled her hips against him. “Ah, Charity, don’t do that. You make me want you again.”
    She stilled briefly, undoubtedly feeling his rigid length against her, but then moved again and this time he knew it was deliberate.
    His hand clamped on her hip. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
    “You won’t hurt me. Please. Once more?”
    He groaned then and rolled her beneath him.
    It should have taken them much longer since their bodies had been so recently sated, but it was as if the first time had only made them greedy for more. Their loving was a frenzied, almost panicked thing as they rediscovered what had been lost to them for so many years. Soon the cabin filled with the sounds of their mingled voices as they found release.
    When it was over they clung to each other as if afraid something might come to tear them apart again. Charity fell asleep immediately, too sated and bone-weary to stay awake, but sleep eluded Brent. So he stayed awake stroking her back, unable to keep from touching her, looking at her, until the cold threatened their sanctuary. Then he gently disentangled himself from her and felt beneath the bed for the key he had hidden there. Moments later he slipped from the shackles and headed downstairs to add more wood to the fire.

Chapter Six
    The storm raged outside the cabin, bringing with it fierce gusts of wind and memories of the lonely winters Charity and Elle had spent there. Dew spent the winter with her mother’s people and even