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deepened the kiss, her hands finding their way beneath his

laundered white shirt. Her

thumbs ran over his nipples until they hardened and he groaned his pleasure into her mouth. Her hand wandered to the waist of his trousers and his breath caught. She reached for him, finding him jutting against the cloth.

Her hand cupped the tip of his member, her thumb playing over the fabric. God, her thumbs were

tortuous !

Alej andro

was

quickly

approaching his limits.

She seemed to sense it and pushed him backwards, closing the half step behind them to the table.

want you here," she said, making short work of the fastenings on his trousers.

Within moments, Alej andro' s cock against her bare hand. He didn't think he'd ever been as completely seduced as he was right then.

She stood between his open thighs, her mouth on his, her hand on his rigid member, expertly stroking.

could not wait any longer-he

gathered her to him and rolled them both onto the table. He needed to be inside her with an insistent desperation.

she needed it too. Her breaths came in excited gasps. Her dark eyes were wide with need.

She was on top of him, her skirts high around her

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hips. He steadied her, helped her to mount him, finding her slick and ready. Then he let her ride.

Passion made them wild. She slid up and down his length, finding her own pleasure, her own rhythm. As his own climax drew closer, he bucked hard against her, lifting his hips and pumping his seed deep into her.

She fell against him, sated. They were both panting, breathless

the intensity of their

exertions. He gladly took her weight. They lay together that way for a long time in their recovery; she atop him, he still inside her.

was

reluctant to move even though the wood of the table was uncomfortable against his back.

He had never felt this way with anyone, ever.

He didn't need memories to know that what he had with Elena was rare.

But he wanted them nonetheless.

Chapter 14

Alejandro had not anticipated such vivid images would haunt his sleep

the evening he'd spent

with Elena. They'd made love again on the table, this time without their clothes. Elena had been dressed in nothing but candlelight and elation. They'd finally gotten around to drinking the

the delicate goblets Elena had set out earlier. They'd toasted his return and her the nagging fear of Alicante's

coercive offer. He'd carried her upstairs to their bedroom and they'd made love once more, this time a sweet, slow love redolent of the tranquility descending on them both.

such activities, a deep untroubled sleep should have been his. But

woke in a

sweat, his pulse hammering

the images. He

took deep breaths to steady himself, careful not to wake Elena. Unlike the fleeting image of the when they'd visited the stables, these scenes lasted. He could recall them.

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There had been green fields,

rolling

hills and a stone house, not dissimilar to this one.

But it wasn't this one. The surroundings were different, less rough. The image in his mind was less rustic, more refined. There had been laughter and light and people. Two young men and an uncommonly pretty

girl had

been with him. Elena had been there too, the only familiar presence in the

picture.

Those pleasant images had faded then, replaced by a raging

He'd been on a ship,

surrounded by screams and faceless men. There'd been fire and then a wet, numbing coldness. That was when he'd woken up.

The second part of his dream was easier to cope with. It might have been a real memory of his last moments on the ship or it might have been his mind creating an image of what Elena had told him about that night.

But he had no idea what the first part meant.

He didn't know the people or the place-only that it wasn't here. The people met none of the descriptions Elena had given him of his friends in the village. But Elena had been there, providing an anchor for his mind. Perhaps it had been somewhere they had once visited.

"What is it?" Elena stirred beside him and raised herself up on one

She pushed a strand