“He kept on until he was all but exhausted, finally giving in to his body's need in one rough thrust that, incredibly, sent Lacy convulsing again, as well. The harsh slam of one of the wide wooden slats falling out from under the box springs made them both jump, and then laugh. Later, when he could breathe, he lay with her cheek pillowed on his chest. He wondered at the newness of lying naked in her arms, his body open and vulnerable in the keen orange light echoing from the fireplace. "Even Tur...k hasn't seen you like this, has he?" she asked drowsily, smiling as her hand lay flat and possessively just below his waist. He stirred, aroused even after the long interlude at just the touch of her fingers. He chuckled. "No, he hasn't. Stop. You're much too fragile for another loving like the one we just shared." "I know," she moaned. Her lips pressed against him through the thick hair. "Did you ever used to think it would be like this if we made love?" she asked. "Before the war I did," he confessed.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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