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never fully exposed herself to him like this. Never spoken the dirty words spilling out of her mouth. Never heard him utter a foul word, only sweet ones. Obviously he liked his woman to talk dirty. It excited him beyond belief. And Olivia felt herself letting go, opening her legs to him, allowing him caress her there.
    Overwhelmed by roiling feelings, Olivia didn’t know which turn to take. Should she be angry? Offended? Jealous?
    After all, sex with Hunter made him crazy. Crazy over her beautiful body and her moves. No, she no longer had any right to feel anything because she no longer existed . Not to Shane, nor to the rest of the world. She existed only in her own mind, where she would guard this secret better than she had her own life.
    Olivia looked up at the hard mask of her husband’s face as his fingers tweaked her there—dear God—and a strange heat wave overwhelmed her, almost blowing her mind, and she instinctively grabbed his strong thighs to bring them closer, as close as possible, watching his face. His expression, hard and ominous, contorted with sheer, unbearable pain.
    Olivia had never seen him like this. So this was what her dear, tender Shane was made of. He had been sweet and gentle at first, but then he had morphed into a hard, wild predator who seemed to show no mercy as he penetrated her savagely, at his will, his eyes glittering. Olivia knew if she hadn’t been so wet he would’ve broken her in half, but nothing else existed except for him inside her. The sensations of pure want, and his ragged breath in her ear, groaning words of need thrilled her.
    Why had he never told her all these words before? Was it a good thing? A bad thing? How was she supposed to know? Her upbringing had forged her to be a lady, but her body told her to take as much of him as possible as she unleashed her inhibitions and took in all the primitive sensations that caused her to pound against his thrusts. Hunter’s body told her what to do, what to feel, how to move. It was as if Hunter had erased not only Olivia’s body into oblivion, but also her thoughts, her likes, her fears. Now, under Shane, she had no fears. Only wants.
    Olivia had never lasted this long. But she met Shane thrust for thrust, challenge for challenge. Mouth open, eager for more, she shut out the feelings of injustice to enjoy what her husband had never given her before. She wondered how many women he had slept with after her death. By the wild look in his eyes, Olivia understood that he hadn’t expected these sensations that overwhelmed them both.
    Shane, oblivious to anything but their pleasure, stared blindly into her eyes the whole time, looking but unseeing, feeling his way around. She watched, transfixed, as her breasts slammed into Shane’s strong chest, as his penis sawed in and out of her, over and over, until her thoughts dissolved like burning film, and she gave up trying to think altogether.
    “Oh, Shane, fuck me forever,” she whispered again before she could stop herself, but she didn’t care.
    “Come for me,” he growled against her mouth.
    And Olivia came. Her screams rang loud below deck. Her eyes clenched, and when she felt herself clamp down on his penis, Shane followed, his deep groans vibrating all around her, inside and out.
    Dumbfounded and weak, Olivia lay on top of Shane, too exhausted to sit upright. His hands stayed tight on her hips and he still came inside her, his breath roaring out of him like a raging river down the rapids, his eyes tight, a vein throbbing in his temple. His features tensed as the orgasm washed through him, leaving him shattered. She had never seen him like this before—so strong, yet so susceptible to her touch.
    In one moment she could bring him down to his knees, begging for her. His mixture of power, manliness, and fragility moved Olivia.
    She traced a drop of sweat trickling down his chest with a finger, then down to his hip where a long, ugly scar ran, the flesh knotted, twisted into a