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shimmied out of his leather jeans, then stood before her naked. He was wearing no underwear.
    Bianca sucked in her breath. His magnificent body never failed to enthrall her. His broad shoulders and powerfully muscled chest tapered down to a narrow waist with prominent abs and slim hips. He was fully engorged. He encircled her with his arms again, the tribal tattoos that decorated them flashing before her eyes as he drew her against his warm hardness.
    “Let’s get in bed,” he whispered, licking her ear. “I can’t wait another minute.”
    She nodded, and they lay down next to each other. “I want to make you so happy,” he said.
    “You do, Frans. Nobody’s ever made me feel like you do.”
    He kissed her passionately as he eased himself atop her. Cupping her breasts in his hands, he ran his tongue down her torso, licking her, his breath hot like an erotic whisper on her flesh. She lifted her hips to meet him as he inevitably reached the mound between her thighs, where he delved between her lips with impassioned vigor, as if he could never get enough of her. Bianca cried out in ecstasy, and her body trembled, her erotic desire for Frans almost overwhelming.
    He went up on his knees and gazed down into her eyes, a smile on his lips. “I love you,” he rasped. “I love you.” He leaned down and kissed her with renewed passion, slowly entering her, teasingly withholding the complete length and breadth of his manhood as long as possible.
    Moaning with lust, Bianca thrust herself up against Frans, so anxious was she to have all of him, to savor all of him inside her. She threw her arms around his shoulders, drawing him closer, and Frans finally entered her completely. Bianca held on to him with all her might, never wanting to let him go. Frans began withdrawing slowly, then entering her again, panting with his carnal desire for her. Unable to restrain himself, he began moving with complete abandon, his lips on hers, kissing her voraciously, his hands on her buttocks, pushing her against him powerfully.
    Bianca felt the first spasm of ecstasy, and she cried out. Her body took over, thrashing from side to side and up and down. Frans emitted a loud groan as he abruptly flooded her with his juices, his body momentarily rigid as he let loose again and again inside her until he had spent himself. In one swift movement he wrapped his arms around her, hugging her to him with all his might and smothering her face with kisses of gratitude. They both panted, their bodies heaving, their lust sated for the time being.
    For a long time, they lay still, their bodies entwined as they caught their breath. They were covered with the sheen of sweat from their passion. Frans eased onto his side, bringing her with him, so that he remained inside her warmth. They gazed into each other’s eyes and smiled simultaneously.
    “That was so wonderful,” he said softly. “You’re so wonderful. No woman has ever made me this happy.”
    “I feel the same way,” Bianca replied in a whispery rasp. “I feel so . . . complete, so fulfilled.”
    He kissed her and hugged her closer. “I’m enraptured,” Frans said with a smile. “I think you’ve put a spell on me, and I don’t want it broken. Ever.”
    Bianca could hardly believe this was happening. Fate, she thought, had brought them together. Two mismatched souls from thousands of miles apart, as different as night and day but somehow perfect together.
    “I didn’t know I could be so in love,” she finally said. “You’re not only the greatest-looking man I know, but you must be the greatest lover in the world.”
    “Only because of you,” he said, stroking her face tenderly, then taking a breast in his hand and nibbling its rosy nipple.
    Bianca could feel him stirring within her and let out a gasp. “Oh, my God,” she said. “Oh . . . oh . . .”
    He pulled her closer and began kissing her passionately, but Bianca pulled away after a moment. “We . . . we don’t have time,