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she kissed him again, gently at first, then more deeply. He tasted of wine and cloves and cinnamon, a combination that was exciting and erotic. His tongue flirted with hers, inviting and getting a like response. She pressed closer, breathing his scent, revelling in the touch of his skin beneath her hands and the play of muscles across his shoulders. As she moved, the towel slipped a little. Strong warm hands caressed her back and shoulders. The towel slipped further, uncovering her breasts and, as flesh met flesh, the kiss became passionate.

Eventually Harry drew back a little, heart pounding, and his gaze locked with hers. 'If this doesn't stop now, my sweet, it isn't going to stop at all.'

'I don't want it to stop.'

For a moment he wasn't sure if he'd heard aright but the expression in those dark eyes held an unmistakable invitation. 'Are you quite sure about this, Elena?'

'Yes, I'm sure.'

He scooped her up and carried her across to the bed. Kneeling on the mattress he drew her to her knees in front of him, letting his hands ride her waist, pulling her closer. His mouth brushed hers, light, teasing, then gradually more insistent. He wanted her so badly it hurt, but he had no intention of hurrying this. Nor did he intend to make any demands. It was solely about giving her all possible pleasure. Thus his exploration of her body was leisurely and thorough, every caress designed to arouse and increase desire. His lips moved from her mouth to her cheek and thence to the lobe of her ear. He nibbled lightly, sending a delicious shiver the length of her, but what she felt now was increasing excitement, not fear.

He resumed, moving lower, kissing her neck and throat and then her breasts. Recalling her response the last time he'd done this he took a soft peak in his mouth, teasing gently. He heard her gasp, saw the rosy flush that bloomed along her skin. He unfastened the towel and discarded it along with his own. Then he resumed, sliding a hand down her back to her hips and buttocks. The other caressed her belly, moving thence to the secret place between her thighs. Very gently he found what he was seeking and stroked.

Heat flooded her pelvis and deep within it a coil of tension formed and grew. As he continued stroking the sensation intensified producing slick wetness. Blood became fire. She shuddered, arching towards him, carried on a shock wave of exquisite pleasure. It was followed by another and another.

'Heavens! Harry, please...'

Slowly he lowered himself on to his back. 'Sit astride me, Elena.'

Her eyes widened in brief astonishment but she moved to obey nonetheless. As she straddled him he slid into her. She caught her breath, her entire body resonating with him, wanting this, revelling in the feel of him inside her. Instinctively she moved with him, in a slow delicious rhythm. Gradually, the rhythm increased and he moved deeper, but there was no pain and no fear, only increasing delight.

Harry smiled and received an answering smile in return. He knew then he'd been right. This time she was with him, part of him. Her beautiful eyes were dark with passion, their expression not of terror now but ecstasy. His hold on her hips grew stronger and pulled her down, thrusting harder. He heard her gasp, felt her body arch and quiver. Then he let go of his restraint and joined her in a final shuddering climax. Breathless now he slumped back on the bed, his heart thumping against his ribs. He had expected to enjoy the experience but the intensity of it took him by surprise. She had possessed him body and soul.

'That was incredible.'

She smiled and leaned down to kiss him. 'Yes, it was. More than I ever imagined it could be. Thank you.' She paused. 'How did you know to do this?'

'When you panicked before it was because I was pinning you down. It was a stupid mistake and one I didn't want to repeat. I guessed that if you didn't feel trapped you'd enjoy it a lot more.'

'You were right, on both counts.'

'I'm glad. I never want you to feel frightened of me again.'

'I didn't trust you enough and I'm sorry for it.'

'How should you have trusted me? You had only nightmare experience to judge by, and I was thoughtless enough to remind you of it.'

'I shall not be afraid now.'

'Indeed I hope not.' He paused, regarding her quizzically. 'Do you mean