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again.
    Tremors built. Air burned in her lungs.
    And then the rocking stopped and he stilled completely. Didn’t move. Didn’t speak.
    She was about to ask if he was okay when he pumped again in a deliberate, precise
     way. Sensing his body harden more—feeling him tremble and pulse—she clutched the sheet
     at either side and held on. A moment later, he buried himself to the hilt and, groaning
     aloud, spasmed deep inside of her.
    …
    Darius’s orgasm gripped him with a ferocity he hadn’t known before. He wanted to bury
     himself deeper and embrace the sensations longer. He didn’t want the feeling to ever
     end. But he’d make sure this wouldn’t be their first and only time. They would come
     together again like this, so he relaxed and gave in to the booming pulse pounding
     through his blood.
    As the spikes of pleasure petered out, he caught his breath and felt normal brain
     function return. Pushing higher on his elbows, he searched Helene’s eyes. Smiling
     softly, she looked as sated as he felt.
    She stole a loving kiss and lingered close to say, “I have a feeling the dishes won’t
     get done today.”
    His fingers curved around her cheek. “Who cares about dishes?”
    “I’m supposed to.”
    “Not anymore.”
    A sultry smile lit her eyes. “We’re going to spend all day in bed, aren’t we?”
    Although that didn’t need a response, to answer her question, he kissed her again,
     which only served to ramp the buzz coursing through his body back up to high. When
     his lips left hers, her gaze was dreamy and her demeanor downright amenable.
    He arched a brow. “I take it you don’t object?”
    “Not in this lifetime.”
    Rolling onto his side, he kept her close. His hands wove down her arm and her back.
     At the same time his mouth slid up to her earlobe. When she didn’t respond straight
     away, he understood. She needed time to recuperate.
    But then she stiffened.
    Drawing away, he peered into her eyes. “What’s wrong?”
    “Nothing. Nothing at all. Except… You don’t feel even a bit bad about any of this?”
    Letting out that breath, he dragged his lips down the side of her throat. “How could
     this possibly feel bad?”
    She twisted in his arms and he made himself clear. “Helene, I don’t regret this.”
    Her uncertain gaze drifted over his shoulder—to the safe.
    He wanted to laugh. “Don’t tell me you feel uncomfortable about the figurine being
     in the room?”
    “It’s dumb, I know. But you spend so much time in here with her alone. Just then,
     when I thought about it…” She gave an awkward shrug. “I kind of feel like I’m intruding
     somehow.”
    He chuckled. “That is dumb.”
    Her smile crimped to one side, but her gaze shifted again to that safe.
    He looked over, too. “Would it help if I brought her out? You could see that she hasn’t
     come to life and concocted any spells.”
    “That has to be against tradition.”
    “We’re not exactly going by the book here.”
    “And that doesn’t make you nervous?”
    He twined strands of flaxen hair around a finger. “Having you here with me like this
     doesn’t make me feel nervous at all. It feels good.” It felt…right.
    Before he thought about that too much, he eased away. He’d show her the figurine one
     more time. But he’d clean up first.
    …
    As she watched Darius saunter into the bathroom, Helene swept up the sheet to cover
     herself then studied the safe again. She did feel a little strange knowing the figurine
     was waiting quietly behind that thick steel door. Not because she was aware of any
     ancient mystical powers wafting around the room—what had happened between herself
     and Darius was completely natural, with no hocus-pocus involved.
    Although…she could admit that every moment she’d spent in his arms had indeed seemed
     magical. They’d made love—unbelievable superlative love—and, by the sounds of it, the good stuff wasn’t over yet.
    With a towel wrapped around his hips,