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she couldn’t concentrate on because the throbbing between her legs,
     inside her womb, had whipped up a fever. A white-hot storm gripped her core, sensations
     balled up inside, then collapsed in, catching light, and then…
    Then there was a flash of calm. She felt herself hovering, quivering. Braced. When
     his mouth captured hers again—when the stirrings of his kiss merged with her ticking
     time bomb down below—the fire broke free and every part of her blew apart.
    …
    When the roll of contractions finally eased, Helene relaxed into the sheet and blinked
     open heavy eyes to see Darius’s face close. His incredible mouth was softly smiling.
     Humming out her own smile, she filed her fingers through his thick black hair.
    “You like?” he asked.
    She cupped his cheek. “Very much.”
    “I like you. Very much.”
    He took her hand and dropped a kiss on the underside of her wrist then her forearm.
     When he reached the crook of her elbow, his scratchy chin tickled and she let slip
     a soft laugh. His grin grazed higher before skipping across to nuzzle her breast.
     Then an arm hooked under her knee.
    He took his time leaving a trail of kisses all the way from her shin to her thigh.
     When he didn’t stop there, Helene held her breath and clutched the pillow behind her
     head. His tongue dipped into her center then curled an inch higher, and as he continued
     to gently kiss and tease her, her body’s responses condensed, and then soared. Surrendering
     completely, she coiled a calf over his back and pressed in.
    Too soon, splinters of light began to converge, melt together. Everything shrank down
     to a pinhead and, a heartbeat later, her second orgasm hit. Gates flung wide open.
     Blasts of pleasure rushed out. The contractions kept coming, squeezing then rolling
     until she couldn’t say which way was up, didn’t care that she was writhing and entirely
     lost.
    On the fringes, she was aware of a drawer opening, of Darius sheathing himself. Then
     his long, strong body covered hers—a hot mantle of muscle. As she caught her breath,
     her palms traced down the sides of his neck and fanned across his chest. She nestled
     into his forearm as he positioned himself then slowly entered her.
    Her body and mind were filled in a way that went beyond physical. Every inch of her
     was “woman”—intelligent, beautiful. Limitless. Desirable. When he began to move inside
     of her, heat streamed through her blood and intensified with each thrust to warm every
     cell.
    His tempo increased. Before long, his pelvis was slapping hers and she was hugging
     the pillow at her ears. When he suddenly stopped and shifted away, she wondered why
     and dragged open her eyes.
    He was crouched between her legs, scooping his big hands under her behind. He lifted
     her hips to meet his erection and then, tendons rippling, he penetrated her again.
    His strokes were long and measured. Every time he pushed, he hit a spot that made
     her walls quiver and grip. The heel of his hand settled low on her mound. As she concentrated
     on the way their bodies fit and moved together, he lightly massaged the top of her
     slit.
    When his hand dipped lower, the waves swelled higher. He stroked her folds then shifted
     to catch her nub between a finger and a thumb. As he gently squeezed and rubbed and
     plucked, her muscles clenched and twitched and hummed. Just when she was certain she
     was ready to break, he shifted to cover her again.
    His strokes were quicker and deeper now. She fastened one leg over the back of his
     thigh and, heart racing, clung onto his chest. When his pace picked up another notch,
     the sensitive spot inside of her started to feed on itself and glow.
    Veins stood out like cords down his neck. With each breath, his nostrils flared. He
     stopped long enough to push up on one elbow then drag her leg higher up the back of
     his thigh. His body gleaming above her, he lifted his face to the ceiling and started
     pumping