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she’d wanted from the first time she’d seen him and caught that hungry look in those golden eyes; his strength, his wildness, the feel of his powerful body on hers.
    Her violet eyes opened slowly and lifted to his, her eyelids heavy with a sweet, languorous memory, and he realized as he gazed down on her beautiful flushed face how men could feel the torturous self-doubts of jealousy. That drowsy, voluptuous, yielding look, the curve of her full red lips, the heightened color, the gentle smile of surfeit—she was a sated woman remembering her lover’s caresses. To picture another man plundering the soft riches of her luscious body evoked in him an unfamiliar blaze of jealousy.
    Alisa had seen lust in a man’s eyes; the fanatic, burning, frankly covetous eyes of her husband when he stripped her or beat her, the surreptitious, carefully concealed lust in the eyes of strangers. At this moment, however, Nikki’s golden eyes shone not only with a sensual desire, but also with tenderness as he marveled at the magnificent beauty of the creature before him. He must have her. He would gently teach her the pleasures of her senses, with deliberation rouse her, delicately caress the graceful form and make her his. This beauty
must
be his.…
    For Alisa, who had only been used, her body torn apart and abused by a selfish, brutal lust, Nikki’s glance of passionate tenderness drew her like a beacon of warmth in a cold, black night.
    Nikki kissed her lips lightly and murmured as he moved off and lay beside her, propped up on one elbow. “Thank you, love.”
    He ran a light finger down her belly. “Do you feel content?”
    Alisa smiled with a winsome satisfaction, then nodded with a delightful, almost childish openness, putting up her lips to be kissed again.
    Her smile brought with it a novel sense of triumph and, bending near, he moved to kiss her. “Sweet nymph, we make a fine pair, Alisa,” Nikki whispered as his lips touched hers. She was everything and more than he’d imagined, a nymph, a bacchante, with a natural wantonness that stirred his ardor.
    Rising to his knees, he gazed at her lying quietly with her thighs still slightly parted. The seductive lure of Alisa’s beauty, her compliant, provocative posture brought his manhood standing proud.
    “Look at me, Alisa,” Nikki said softly.
    She looked at him, embarrassment, shyness, desire all there in confusion, but kept her eyes averted from his obviously aroused masculinity.
    “Look at me,” Nikki insisted quietly, but she resisted.
    After a moment Nikki continued teasingly.
    “Look what you do to me.” He was laughing and relaxed, while blushing, she avoided looking at him.
    “Come now, dearest Alisa. Do as I ask.”
    She shivered, then reluctantly obeyed. Hesitantly and trembling slightly, her violet gaze rose to his stiff erection.
    “Touch me, Alisa,” he continued quietly, drawing her unwilling hand to him. “Here, I’ll show you how I like youto touch me. Hold me thus.” He gripped her hand tightly in his, showing her how to rouse his prick for her satisfaction.
    With his free hand he slowly stroked her warm body, rubbing her nipples softly between his fingers till they stood taut and hard, caressing the silky inner flesh of her thighs, probing her soft warmth now wet from his lovemaking. She began stirring under his practiced fingers, breathing irregularly, quivering with the pleasurable sensation mounting within her.
    He released her hand and whispered, “Do you want me again?”
    Her eyes held his for a moment and she nodded.
    “Tell me.”
    She opened her mouth, then shut it again and shut her eyes, too, in trembling shame.
    “Perhaps next time,” he whispered with a faint smile and moved over her. He eased himself into her until he could penetrate no further and began to warm her with slow, steady thrusts, exercising all his constraint in order that Alisa would have every opportunity to satisfy her newly roused sexual appetite, so she could