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downward, over his navel and lower, spreading around his stiff sex to frame it.
    Her first sight of the aroused male body appeared to be what Cyrus had told her to expect, only different. This male specimen was more compelling, not only because the man himself was exceedingly well formed, but because he wanted her—and made no attempt to hide that fact.
    “You’re staring,” he commented almost curiously.
    With a blush Serena felt from head to toe, she said, “You’re . . . beautiful.”
    Walking back toward her, he smiled. “No, only the company I’m keeping is, sweetheart.”
    The mattress creaked, then sagged beneath his weight once again. Before she could breathe or speak, he kissed her once more, positioning himself on top of her. Of their own will, her legs opened for him, and with a groan, he accepted her invitation.
    Awareness flooded her with pleasure. The heat of his hard chest against the softness of her breasts; the rasp of the downy hair on his legs teasing her tender inner thighs; the cadence of his breath against her neck.
    Briefly, she felt his hard shaft probing the folds of her femininity. He found his mark and surged forward in one powerful thrust.
    Serena gasped as a jagged bolt of pain tore through her. Gasping, she tensed as he sank deeper into her body. She cried out as the sharp pain cut her again.
    A frown blazed across his face, dark with suspicion. Then he lowered his mouth and swept the inside of hers with his tongue. Invaded by heat and the enticing taste of man and wine, Serena returned the kiss, recreating the delicious desire he had given her previously.
    When the kiss ended, he lifted his head, still wearing a slightly puzzled expression. Suddenly he shook away the question on his face. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I shall be more careful.”
    To prove his point, Lucien withdrew almost gingerly. This time, he prolonged his entry, each inch of his flesh lingering at her entrance before sinking in like molasses. Another pinpoint of pain speared, but it dissipated quickly, replaced by a pleasurable fullness. Blazing heat radiated through her moistness and penetrated her body deep within her core. It felt like heaven.
    “God, you’re tight,” he rasped in her ear.
    Not really certain what he meant, or if that condition were good or bad, she simply nodded.
    With the next lunge of his hips, that ceased to be an issue. His stiff flesh stayed within her only an instant before withdrawing. A split second later, he returned with a firm thrust. Again and again, his shaft penetrated and retreated, creating the delicious agony his hands had begun in the carriage, and his body promised to finish here in his huge bed.
    As he plunged again within her, she arched her back in bliss, meeting him.
    “Yes. That’s it,” he chanted, fitting his hands beneath her hips and tilting her up to further feast on her response.
    That position lent her a new degree of sensitivity. Her body bucked beneath his, instinctively reaching for fulfillment. His plunges inside her increased, deep and controlled and ruthless. Jolts of pleasure dashed from her most forbidden flesh, where Lucien made his welcome invasion into her, all through her body.
    The sensations rushed upon her, stealing her breath. The sudden vortex of pleasure was both towering and swirling within her. It frightened her as it threatened to rob her sanity and consume her.
    Pushing on his shoulders, she wriggled beneath him, trying to break free before the tidal wave of need crashed over her body and swallowed her whole.
    “Relax, sweetheart.”
    “But I—”
    “Trust me.” His voice was gravelly and rough. “Take me.”
    Finally, as he thrust into her once more, what she’d feared most became what she needed most. Ripples of release stormed throughout her, pulsing, vibrating, until the explosion inside her culminated with a blinding burst of satisfaction and a loud, staccato cry.
    An instant later, he buried his face in her neck. His fingers