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pounded in his head and his eyes clenched as he fought his inner demons, trying to find
a way to not touch her as he ached to do.
He hates me. He cannot look upon me. Am I so ugly? She stared down at her hands in
helplessness. She felt tears form, although she tried to hold them back. She knew she
loved him, had loved him for what seemed forever. The pain of his rejection seared her
heart, as it must have seared his. She had rejected him once, hadn t she? Fuzzy
memories fought with despair and she began to sob quietly. She felt his hands on her
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face and she opened her eyes. His eyes held concern and something else intense that she
could not identify.
 I-I am sorry that I displease you so, she whimpered, hating herself for the
weakness she was displaying. She twisted her face out of his hands and tried to stand
up but she felt his arms suddenly go around her, trapping her against his chest.
He whispered in her ear,  You please me too much, my love. I cannot bear it, I want
you too much.
She went weak with relief and seemed to melt into him. Inhaling his scent was a
joy. He was warm and male soap and a touch of something like bergamot exotic and
compelling. His broad chest encompassed her, made her feel tiny and feminine,
something she never thought she could feel. She half expected the flutterings of fear to
return at that thought but instead she felt wonderful, desirable. He wanted her!
His breathing was labored, as though he was going into battle. Was he nervous as
well? I suppose not every day is a man s wedding day either.
 I think now would be a good time to kiss me, Brandon.
The sound of his name on her lips was too much and he groaned, a battle lost and
he brought his lips to hers in a soul-searing kiss. Her lips opened under his tutelage and
she gasped at the shock of his tongue battling with hers, soft caresses alternating with
sword-like jabs. She felt excitement build to overflowing within her blood. Heat built
within her, pooling in her loins and she felt his hands begin to caress her through the
fine lawn of her nightshift.
Her lips were the sweetest fruit, warm silk upon his. She gave him every bit of her
untutored passion in their kiss and he felt his arousal raging between them. Unable to
help himself, he ran his hands over the thin fabric of her nightshift, her skin warm and
pliable beneath the cloth, teasing him to distraction. She gave a soft moan and broke
away from their kiss and he drew back, trying to pull back his betraying libido from the
edge of reason.
She was certainly not helping his efforts to restrain himself. His eyes locked on to
her long fingers as she slowly began to unbutton the tiny pearls that closed the front of
the gown. Her head was bent and he thought her intent upon what she did, until she
reached out suddenly and touched his arousal through his breeches.
He let his breath out with a whoosh and trapped her in his arms again, bearing her
back down upon the bed, her feet suspended over the edge. She wore a teasing little
smile and he responded with fire in his dark eyes.
 You do not know what you do to me, my love.
In response she arched her neck and the glorious stretch of exposed skin was too
much to resist. He planted a long trail of kisses down from beneath her left ear to the
top of her breastbone, lingering at the soft, sweet spot at the base of her neck. Hot, wet
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kisses trailed down further and the nightshift fell away, parting under his gentle
pressure.
She writhed under him, her hands buried in his hair and as his lips reached the
gentle swell of her breast. She keened a soft cry of longing, sending spirals of heat
through him.
It was too much and not enough. His lips felt like fire along her skin and she
wanted nothing more than to enfold him, to become one with him. Nothing less could
satisfy the emptiness that seemed to throb within her.
His lips brushed against the skin of her left breast and she lost the ability to breathe.
His hand reached up to caress her right breast and as his fingers grazed her erect nipple
she gasped in the air she had denied herself. She closed her eyes, seeking to capture
every last bit of sensation, desperate for him, sure somehow that she could lose this,
lose him and that she must hold on. His teasing would drive her mad, when she knew
somehow that there had to be so much more.
He pulled aside the gown enough to expose her left breast and she finally felt some
satisfaction as his mouth enclosed her nipple. She bucked upon the bed, the sensations
overwhelming and she wrapped her legs around his frame, seeking to draw him closer.
He suckled her breast and strummed his fingers over the opposite peak and with each
thrum in his rhythm she saw stars flash behind her eyelids and warmth pulse in her
womb.
She tasted like a flower must, sweet and heady, overwhelming his senses. He knew
he had to stop, that she was not his to have but her body called to him and something
deep and primal seemed to claim him. Each little sound she made pierced through him
and only made him want to give her every pleasure. He thought that the taste of her
breasts and her incredible response to him might sustain him but when she wrapped
herself around him, his body cried out for release, telling him to bury himself within
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