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knees,” he ordered huskily. “I love taking you from behind.”
    She did not mind yielding to this Julian. He never hurt her or forced her obedience when she defied him. This man was an inventive lover who only brought her pleasure.
    Yes.
    The background shimmered as the floor rushed up to meet her. When the mist cleared, they were in front of a hearth. She was now on her knees, and her fingers gripped the luxuriant animal pelt meant to protect her from the hard floor.
    Her lover’s warmth covered her like a warm blanket. Patience felt his hot breath on her right shoulder as he positioned himself. She wiggled against him. There was never any pain when he entered her. In her dreams, her body desired this lovemaking. In fact, she craved it.
    Patience moaned at his forceful penetration. Julian
slid into her, burying his firm rod deeply. He flexed against her womb, his manhood throbbing. As always, her womanly sheath was wet, her desire for this union acute. His left hand splayed over her stomach possessively. Her toes curled in anticipation.
    Please.
    He slowly pulled out of her. Patience almost whimpered at the loss. Her lover was not about to leave her unsatisfied. He thrust against her, his rhythm energetic. She dug her fingers into the fur pelt, rocked against him, matching his tempo. Julian’s hand slipped lower, seeking the cleft between her legs.
    “Cry out for me.”
    He bit her shoulder to remind her who was in charge. The intense pleasure he could wring from her body was worth the surrender. Julian buried his fingers into the wiry nest of curls between her legs as he slammed his hips against her buttocks, over and over.
    It was overwhelming. Lowering her head, she grimaced as the first wave of pleasure rolled through her. Her dream lover was relentless. His measured thrusts pummeled her, while she lay helpless and quivering. The maelstrom he had created had left her breasts sensitive and her body aching for more.

    It was precisely what her lover had in mind. Julian carefully withdrew his manhood and rolled her onto her back. Her eyes were still blissfully closed when he parted the tender feminine folds as he sought the heart of her. Patience smiled. The man was insatiable.
    She opened her eyes, prepared to share her saucy opinion. Her lips parted in shock. The handsome face hovering inches above hers was not that of Julian Phoenix.
    It was Lord Ramscar!
    “Did you honestly think I was finished with you, Miss Winlow?”
    He masterfully penetrated her before she could conjure a coherent reply. Her previous lovemaking had made her drenched sheath unbearably sensitive. One definitive thrust and she was lost.
    Patience awakened sobbing, her hand pressed fiercely between her legs as the pleasurable rippling from her womb receded with her dreams. Confused, and more than a little frightened, she sat up in the bed.
    She was alone.
    It took her a moment to recall that she was at Swancott. She brought her clenched hand to her face and noted the subtle fragrance of her arousal.
    It had been a dream.

    A shudder she chose to view as relief gently shook her shoulders. She grabbed the blankets she had kicked off and pulled them over her bare legs.
    There were tears on her cheeks.
    Oh God, what was wrong with her? She rolled to her side and curled her knees to her chest. Since Julian Phoenix’s death, she had endured these distressful dreams. He was always so tender in them, so unlike the man she knew. When she awoke, the recollection of their lovemaking had left her aching and guilty. Patience slammed her head against the pillow in frustration.
    There was something truly wrong with her. She hated Phoenix. He had been a dreadful, inconsiderate scoundrel who thought only of his pleasure. Why was his handsome face the one her mind summoned? Why did she long for his touch?
    Only this time, it had not been her old nemesis who seduced her so thoroughly in her dreams. It had been Lord Ramscar. She had willingly gotten down on her