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needed. Skin on skin … how he wanted it, too.
    He moved between her legs. When she opened for him, he could only groan his pleasure at the feel of her wet warmth against him.
    This time when he lifted up, she protested and held his shoulders. She thought he was leaving her but he only shifted lower to cup her buttocks in his hands.
    He held her up to kiss the curls between her legs. Probing the slick petals with his tongue, he gently coaxed her legs apart to settle right there in the heart of her.
    Angelina gasped, and tried to close her legs, but he’d already begun to feast, delving ever deeper into her with each stroke of his tongue.
    Angelina relaxed her legs and her hands came up to stroke his hair. “Tony, I want…”
    She couldn’t lay still while he brought her sweet body to life. She instinctively met every thrust of his tongue. When she came, her legs trembled. He continued his assault with his lips pressed against her until her legs went limp.
    “Better now?” He stroked her thighs as he moved up her body. He couldn’t stop touching her.
    Her eyes were glazed, her face flushed warm against his lips, as her hand traveled down his abdomen. “Come…”
    He could feel her blood humming from the powerful orgasm as he moved over her.
    Angelina opened for him and he slid into her until he met her maidenhead. He felt her tight sheath grab him and bit his lip over the painful need to impale her.
    “Tony…” she moaned, and he had to give her what she wanted.
    With one swift thrust, he rendered the barrier keeping them apart. He was finally where he needed to be.
    Angelina gasped, digging her nails into his shoulders.
    “I’m sorry, cara.” Pulsing inside of her, he rested on his elbows with teeth clenched, waiting for her to adjust to this intrusion on her tender flesh.
    “I’m not.” Angelina relaxed her grip on his shoulders and opened her eyes. She lifted her hips against him. “Is something wrong?”
    “No, tesoro. You feel so good. Did I frighten you?”
    “You have a determined look, very much like a conqueror. Will you devour me?”
    His lips brushed hers. “I thought you’d never ask.”
    She licked his lips and his body responded to the invitation. He slid out, teasing her with the tip of him, and he didn’t know how he would leave her.
    He wouldn’t think about it now, not when he moved slowly into her, sinking in deep, again and again. Not now, when he was home. Each time he met her womb, he entered an oasis, full of the kind of life he’d never given a second thought to before.
    Now it was a mystery he wanted to discover, because it was her mystery. But he would never be satisfied with the answer; this thirst would never be quenched.
    He buried his face in the midnight gloss of her hair and surged on, his strokes long and sure, full of greed and every kind of want he’d ever imagined.
    When she wrapped her legs around him, he cradled her in his arms and picked up the pace, ramming into her sweetness. He couldn’t get enough of her, just kept driving himself into her, mindless in his need while she writhed underneath him.
    She was whimpering with need once more, crying out his name. Her muscles contracted around him, pulling him in and triggering his own release.
    “Ah-h, Angel…” He pumped into her until he was spent.
    They lay locked together, nuzzling each other’s lips for a time before he moved away from her sleek warmth.
    He returned with a warm wet cloth. They stared at each other as he wiped away her virgin’s blood in the silence charged with possibilities. There was not a shred of shyness in her eyes, but a peaceful satisfaction that he wished to always see there.
    “We should have done this long ago, mon cher,” Angelina whispered in French.
    “Angel?”
    But she’d fallen into a sated sleep. Tonight, the fine lines between her alleged crime, and what they had become to one another were irreparably blurred.
    * * * *
    He woke first, underneath her.
    Pushing hair