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He laid beside her then, his weight heavy on the bed. His hand caressed one of her breasts reverently. "I have thought of nothing else all day-I have simply marveled that I was able to leave you at all in the first place." His hand moved lower, skimming the curve of her hip, until it came to rest on the private juncture of her thighs. He probed and tested, the gentle pressure of his hand sending red hot desire to the reaches of her body.

She was wanton to desire this man so completely, to want him to ravish her so thoroughly-and not just because such an act would bind him to her, but because she simply craved him.

He moved over her and she took him between her legs, her thighs parted wide, ready for him. He kissed her

on the mouth as he moved over her.

She could feel his breath catch with excitement as he entered her-tentatively at first-cautious of her sensitivity, and then firmly sheathed himself deep inside her. Her body welcomed him. He her completely and still it was not enough.

Instinctively, Elena wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer, holding him tighter. He began to move inside her, creating a delicious purgatory of pleasure and anticipation. She urged him onward with her hips and hands as he took

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her on a journey of pure ecstasy that brought her to a cataclysmic release. She cried out as he shuddered deep inside her.

He collapsed beside her, careful to not make her take the brunt of his weight, his breathing ragged in the wake of his exertion.

. He

whispered her name in almost reverent tones, his awe over what had transpired evident in that one word. He'd been as moved as she had.

He reached for her, settling her in the crook of his

Her head found the hollow of his shoulder like it had the prior night and Elena wondered at the ease with which they'd assumed such intimate patterns. It had never been like this with

not even in the beginning.

Elena sighed, letting her hand

over the

contours of his chest. She must not dwell on comparisons.

have my things moved into

room

tomorrow," he murmured.

seems quite foolish

to keep two rooms when it's clear we'll only make use of one."

The woman in her was thrilled with the quiet announcement. She could get used to the pleasure of such a capable man in her bed. But the plotter in her wavered. This was dangerous. It would be too easy to lose her heart to a man who had no

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name and no history except that which she gave him.

She'd only wanted him to act as an unwitting bulwark between her and Don Alicante. Now it seemed there would be a price for her choice, above and beyond the risk she ran with her deception. But she would not think about that tonight, not now when she lay sated in his drowsy with contentment and a strange sense of

.

Alejandro lay awake long after he felt Elena drift off to sleep. Their lovemaking had been an incredible experience, one that he'd felt

profoundly. His cock stirred in agreement beneath the sheets, ready again. But for all the rightness he'd felt in the ultimate moment of their joining, something escaped him, some small last shard of

.

He supposed such a feeling had to do with his lack of memory-the oddness of being with a wife he both knew and didn't. She'd shown no reserve in their bed, none of the earlier hesitation.

Their bodies had been made for each other. But still, it was beyond odd to think they'd no doubt made love together countless times in the past and he could not recall the power of those moments.

He had only this night.