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he didn’t stop her as
her breathing once more became fast and uneven, and her skin gained a rosy-hued
blush that covered her from quim to forehead.
    “I ahhh ,
oh … no, no, Cam… Help me…I have to take…” She
screamed long and hard, such an eerie noise it chilled him to the bone. Her
body went rigid, those clever, busy fingers stilled and slipped from inside her
and she patted the covers restlessly “I can’t, I don’t, I…”
    He stumbled off the bed, undid
her ties and cradled her head. “Angelina, stay with me. Angelina, wake up. ’ Twas only the little death, the one you love.
The one you need and want. Stay with me.” He raised his voice and tapped her
cheek. “Angelina. Open your eyes, now.”
    ****
    Cam was shouting at her.
Tugging her arm and patting her cheek. His voice was harsh as he called to her
to come back to him. He moved from side to side within her vision, and then
there were two of him.
    Both Cams nodded. “Come to me…”
    “No, you must come back to me
now.”
    One Cam faded. “Soon, love,
very soon. ”
    The other got brighte r .
    “Lady-mine.”
    Angie opened her eyes to see
Cam looming over her as he patted her cheek and spoke to her in that low,
insistent voice she’d heard. “Angelina, if you have such a prolonged little
death, dare we ever get you to that state again?”
    Angie blinked. “That was all
from a self-induced climax? Sheesh, what on earth will happen when you give me
one?”
    “I don’t think we’ll try and
find out yet.”
    Damn it. I want to see him naked and preferably in me. Angie thought for a moment.
“Then can I help you?” How on earth would a Regency lady say jerk you off ?
She bit back a snigger. “Gain your release?”
    He stood up next to the bed.
His cock was at Angie’s eye level and strained the material that covered it.
    “No.” Cam spoke in a flat,
unemotional voice, although the tic at the corner of his eye gave lie to his
supposed lack of emotion.
    “Argh, men. Don’t be so bloody stubborn.
Why the hell not? I’m sure I can restrain myself from coming if I take you in
hand. Or mouth, come to think of it.” Actually, she thought nothing of the
sort, but Angie had no intention of admitting that. “Don’t be so bloody noble.”
    He smiled reluctantly. “I am
noble,” Cam pointed out. “And I want nothing to hinder your recovery.”
    “You not coming will upset me.
I’m sated and you’re not.”
    “I can cope.”
    “I can’t. So if I can’t help
you, help yourself.” She propped herself up on the pillows. “Here. So I can
see.”
    “Taking charge, lady-mine?”
    “You bet. Sometimes you just
have to, and suffer the consequences later.”
    He was silent and then slowly
nodded.
    “True. All of it.”
    He put his thumbs under the
waistband of his pantaloons and slowly began to pull them downward.
    Goose
bumps dotted her skin, and sweat beaded every one of them .

Chapter Six
     
    Cam concentrated on Angelina’s
rosy face as he inched his pantaloons down over his cock, and his hard, aroused
staff sprang free. He took even more time before he toed both his pantaloons
and house slippers off and left them where they landed. The look of
concentration on her face, the way she once more licked her lips, and her soft
intake of breath, were ambrosia to him. Deliberately, he circled the tip of his
staff with his index finger and coated it with his essence, slicking the liquid
over it.
    Angelina moaned and swayed toward
him.
    “Don’t move, lady-mine. Just watch. Soon my pego will be slick
with your essence as well as mine.” She stopped dead, and he thought “if looks
could kill” was a most apt expression.
    “Bully.” She lowered her lashes
and then looked back up at him. “Sir.”
    “You know better. Now, hush, or
I will forget what I’m doing.” There was little chance of that, as Cam
continued to stroke himself whilst they talked. He was nigh on ready to come,
and come hard. However, as he enjoyed watching her