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you.”
    “You’ll be with me there, and here in the country—and we’ll travel the world. There’s so much I want to show you. Even the wondrous things I saw, I couldn’t enjoy without you to share them with. You won’t suffer for anything, Sidony. I won’t allow it.”
    She grinned. “You’ve grown accustomed to giving commands, Captain.”
    “And are you accustomed to following them?”
    “Maybe with practice,” she whispered with a quirk of her lips.
    He laid her down on the bed and loomed over her, scaring her, exciting her. Shadows covered him, and she saw only the glint of his eyes, a flash of snow over dark terrain. She startled as his lips met hers, though it felt as natural as kissing him back, as sighing in pleasure, as pulling him closer. His body covered her like a warm, breathing blanket. His tongue stroked hers in an urgent message of need and possession. He had changed while he’d been gone, in ways that would never reverse. He’d become fierce and demanding—and she preferred him this way. The boy she’d loved had become a hardened man. And had she become a softened woman, one who could nurture as well as play?
    She slipped her fingers beneath his nightshirt, probing, seeking. He shuddered at her touch, pushing his body against her in an ancient rhythm. Her fingers closed around hot velvet flesh, and he groaned into her mouth.
    “Sidony, wait.”
    “No more waiting,” she murmured, stroking him firmly. “I’d miss you too much.”
    He abandoned his objections and tore the nightshirt over his head. With force, he tugged her night rail up, until her breasts were bared to the moonlight and his glittering gaze.
    His eyes met hers. “You will obey me,” he murmured.
    Though she knew she could demur, she nodded shyly. “Always.”
    “Touch yourself. Make your breasts flushed and ready for me.”
    Slowly, she cupped her breasts and massaged them gently. She felt awkward and ungainly, trying to mimic the smooth, hungry caresses he gave her. When she pinched the hardened tips lightly, he grunted. He hooked two fingers beneath her chin and tilted her head up. Only then did she realize she’d been watching herself.
    She looked at him, feeling lost and listless. “I can’t— I don’t know—”
    “ Shhh . Trust me.” His thumb brushed her lips. On the second swipe, she slid her tongue out and tasted him. “ Sidony. I wanted to make this last.”
    Need burned through her body, streaks of pleasure driving her to the brink. But just there—holding steady. She could go no further without him. “ Please .”
    Unyielding hands spread her legs apart. He kneeled between them. “Have to make you ready,” he muttered, and she tilted her hips up, ready to receive his fingers, his touch. He bent his head, his hungry gaze fixated on her private thatch of hair. Spreading her apart, he leaned forward—and she shut her eyes against the pleasure of his lips and tongue. Her entire body shuddered with an intensity bordering on pain. Needful sounds escaped her lips.
    “Definitely a house in the country,” he said, lifting his head. “Our own, and far away from neighbors. Until then, you’ll have to stay quiet.”
    He returned to his erotic task, sending shivers up her spine, and hoarse, muffled sounds from her throat. Emboldened by his earlier command, she touched her breasts, flicking and twisting at the tips, adding heat of her own. His pace quickened, and her hips surged upward, wanting more, her inner muscles clenching around nothing. In one smooth motion, he levered up and pushed inside her. She gasped at the thick intrusion, grateful and burning for him. He thrust into her quickly, again and again; her mouth parted in shock and ecstasy, until her muscles tightened around his, and he cried out her name over and over, and spilled his seed deep in her body.
    He rocked in the aftermath, drawing out the final ripples of her sated flesh. His kiss was leisurely, licking every secret corner of her