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    mat, Anthony’s mouth nuzzled her neck as he pulled her close. He
    felt very hard and solid, different from Jonathan, his shoulders
    thicker, his slight beard teasing the juncture of neck and shoulder.
    “Jenna, you are so lovely,” he whispered against her skin.
    Putting her arms around his waist, she felt a glimmer of
    pleasure already at being held so close and reverently. His hands
    were gentle as he stroked her back, sliding downward to cup her
    bare buttocks and pull her tightly to him, the long length of his
    rigid cock against her stomach. It felt hot and hard, and his
    impressive muscles rippled as he moved, finding her mouth, his
    kiss and taste entirely different that what she had experienced
    before. Anthony moved his lips slowly against hers, his lashes
    shut, and the evidence of his desire pulsing against her soft belly in
    time with his heart.
    Opening her mouth to accept his questing tongue and running
    her hands up and down, measuring hard muscle and ridges of scar
    tissue from old war wounds, Jenna let herself drift into a world
    where nothing existed but what he could give her, a throbbing need
    beginning between her legs. Jonathan had taught her what
    incredible pleasure a man could bring to a woman and she innately
    wanted that sensation. The fact Anthony would also achieve equal
    satisfaction and wanted it so fervently gave her a sense of power
    she didn’t know she craved. She had been helpless against the
    fateful storm, helpless against dictates of the three men who had

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    saved her—but she held them all cupped in her hand with the
    allure of her body.
    Releasing her mouth, Anthony gazed into her eyes, touching
    her hair, sifting it through his fingers. “You are like an incredibly
    splendid dream,” he murmured, “in an unreal world. Too good to
    be true. Is this truly happening?”
    “I think so,” she replied, a little shy but also wanting and
    receptive. “It certainly seems unreal when I waken each day and
    realize where we are, but…I admit, less so as time passes.”
    “For me, too.” His mouth grazed hers lightly, tasting but not
    possessing. “Your breasts are perfect, soft yet firm, God—I admit I
    want you beyond my honor. Let me touch you and show you how
    much. Just lie back.”
    Doing as she was bid, Jenna relaxed, liking the way he fondled
    and toyed with her nipples, cupping and lifting the pliant weight of
    her breasts, sucking on the taut crests until they were hard and
    erect. Lavishing time and effort on her upper body until she was
    almost dazed with desire and need, he used his hands and mouth
    freely. Jenna was almost surprised when she realized that she was
    getting very wet between her legs, a fevered feeling capturing her
    entire body. She sighed when he shifted his weight on top of her,
    his swollen shaft prodding her female opening as she willingly
    opened her legs. She whispered dreamily, “Anthony...yes.”
    “You want me?”
    “Oh…please.”
    “I’m here.” He teased her lower lip with his tongue, pushing
    his rigid penis slowly inside her body. She was still a little tender
    and but it didn’t outweigh her response to the male organ that
    invaded her passage. She closed her eyes in surrender, opening her
    thighs wider as Jonathan had instructed her to do, giving her body
    completely.
    “God,” Anthony groaned, his erection going deep, plunging
    into her. “Oh, hold on. I need to love you now.”

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    The word “love” was an abstract applied to what they were
    doing, but she complied, feeling him slide in hard and out slowly
    of her wet sheath, her breath coming fast, her eyes half-shut. His
    lovemaking was slow at first but rapidly escalated to greedy need
    for them both. Her hands clutched his wide shoulders as her body
    reached for that sublime pinnacle.
    He also seemed to be barely in control, his blond hair damp
    and thick as she sank her fingers into it, his face tight and his eyes
    narrowed.