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nipple. He sucked at it. Scraped at it gently with his teeth.
    She was panting. Struggling against his hand.
    Khan lifted his head. Looked at her face, saw the color in her cheeks, the flare of her nostrils…
    And turned his attention to her other breast. Kissing the nipple. Licking it. Blowing softly against the dampened, sensitized flesh.
    She gave a long, keening cry of ecstasy.
    He groaned.
    Gritted his teeth.
    Silently repeated the mantra. Wait. Wait. Wait.
    Slowly, he undid the robe's sash. 
    The robe parted. Now, all of her was bared to his eyes.
    "Look at you," he whispered thickly. "Look at how exquisite you are."
    It was the only word to describe her. 
    Her body was an elegant study in curves and angles, her waist narrow, her hips lushly feminine. Dark curls marked the apex of her thighs; her legs were long and lovely, and he remembered how she'd wrapped them around him the night he'd taken her against the door.
    He bent his head to hers, took her mouth in a deep kiss, promising her everything she desired with his lips and tongue.
    Her taste was the dark wine of the vineyards in the foothills of the Finarian Mountains, but a hundred times richer.
    And as sweet as this torment was, he knew that he had to end it.
    He freed her hands.
    She sighed his name, rose to him, wound her arms around his neck and arched against him as he kissed her.
    He was almost at the edge of sanity.
    He had to bury himself inside her.
    He pushed her robe off her shoulders.
    She reached for his belt, sobbing with frustration when she couldn't open it.
    His hands joined hers.
    Together, they undid the buckle.
    Her hand fell away and he drew down his zipper. His erection pushed against his shorts. She reached out. He caught her hand, and a groan tore from his throat.
    "Laurel," he said, the single word filled with warning. "If you touch me… If you touch me…"
    She cupped her hand over the straining cotton fabric, and he knew he was done for. Quickly, he swept her up in his arms, kissed her and asked the only question that mattered.
    "Where?"
    There was a sofa on the opposite wall but he didn’t want to take her there. He wanted to take her to bed, as he should have that first time.
    Laurel clasped her hands at the nape of his neck.
    "Down the hall. At the very end."
    The room he brought her to was small and shadowed, lit only by a small lamp near the door.
    Later, he would see that her bedroom was almost surprisingly old fashioned. Silk wallpaper. Polished, dark wood floor. White drapes and white furniture.
    Now, all that mattered was the four-poster bed that awaited him and the woman in his arms.
    Slowly, he set her on her feet, relishing the feel of her hands sliding down his chest, the stroke of her breasts, belly and thighs against his.
    "This is what I wanted that first time," he said softly. "Forgive me for not—"
    Her lips curved in a soft smile. She took his hand, brought it to her lips and kissed his palm.
    "Make love to me," she whispered.
    Eyes locked to hers, he put his thumbs in the waistband of his Jockeys, drew them down and stepped free of them.
    Her gaze swept the length of his body, paused, then leaped to his face. Her lips were parted; he could see the rapidity of her breathing in the rise and fall of her breasts.
    He had not imagined being more aroused than he already was but when he saw her reaction to his erection, he grew even harder. Was that apprehension in her eyes? He was big; he knew that. It was the kind of foolish thing a man took pride in but—
    He took her hand, brought it to him. Bit back a groan at the delicate brush of her fingers against his flesh.
    Her hand curved around him.
    This time, he couldn't stop the sound that rumbled from his throat.
    She stepped closer. Closer still. She stood on her toes and, holding him, brought him to the juncture of her thighs.
    Her eyes closed.
    Her head fell back.
    She whispered his name.
    That was when he knew he was lost.
    "Now," he said, and he tumbled onto the