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could no longer control the force that had claimed him, and
she gasped as the bold, fiery brand intruded into her delicate
softness, penetrating deep within her.
She cried out, but he appeared not to notice as his lips
touched her brow and she could feel the beat of his heart
against her naked breast. And then something new, some-
thing incredible occurred as the pain turned to pleasure.
Amanda knew nothing beyond, and she began to move as he
moved. He revelled in her eagerness, in her unfettered sensu-
ality, a sensuality that spoke to his as she responded to his
passion, his desire. Kit felt her body soften under his, felt her
resistance melt away in total surrender.
No moment had ever felt like this. He was filled with a
sense of rightness, of it being his due, as if to possess her had
been his goal ever since she had come to his prison cell, an
ambition at long last realised. They strained together in one all-
consuming need, no longer two separate entities but one being,
swept away, hurtling and twisting, onwards and upwards in a
frenzied wildness, striving to reach the same goal.
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At last a blissful aura broke over them. Spent and ex-
hausted, slowly they drifted back to earth, drained and inca-
pable of any movement other than holding each other close.
Amanda sighed, the physicality of their lovemaking, her vul-
nerability and her implicit surrender sweeping over her as her
hand caressed Kit s furred chest. He eased away from her, and,
drifting on a tide of glory, in the aftermath of their passion she
curled against him, her body aglow, her limbs weighted with
contentment, firm in the belief that her husband was a man of
extraordinary skill and prowess. Finding his lips, she kissed
him softly, then, lost in the wonder of completeness, naked
limbs entwined, with a soft sigh she sank into the cushions and
let exhaustion claim her.
Looking down at her flushed features and knowing she slept,
Kit disentangled her arms and legs and rose. Going into the
bedroom, he turned down the covers. Returning to Amanda, he
gathered her up into his arms and carried her to the bed. Placing
her on the sheets, he stretched out beside her, and it wasn t long
before she stirred and she reached for him once more.
Chapter Seven
Much later, Kit leaned on his elbow and gazed down at the
young woman with the silky mass of her hair draped about
her, his mind still reeling when he thought of the flagrant sen-
suality of the creature lying next to him. He was engulfed in
a swirling mass of emotions, emotions that were new to him,
emotions he could not recognise and could not put a name
to. His every instinct reacted to the fact that he had this
woman in thrall, that he d finally breached the walls and
captured the elusive creature at its core. He gloried in the fact
that she was his, here, now, without reserve. Gently he
touched her hair, brushing her flesh with his arm, feeling the
warm reality of her.
Conscious of the languor that weighted his limbs, of the
satiation that was bone deep, he realised that this state had
been reached not by mere self-gratification, but by a deep con-
tentment more profound than at any other time in his life.
Amanda had succeeded in tapping the source of his well-
being where every other woman he had known had failed.
And yet what did it mean? What was the next step? No
matter how hard he had worked to lure her into his bed, to
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force her to accept once and for all that she was his wife in
every sense, he could not openly acknowledge her as such,
not until he had fulfilled his mission that other reason that
had brought him to Eden Park.
Amanda sensed the presence of a warm, naked, masculine
form pressed against her as she floated in a comforting grey
mist, drifting in and out of sleep. Lying soft and acquiescent
beside him, she could smell his skin, his hair, and he was
drawing her to him like a magnet.
Good morning, Kit murmured huskily. I trust you slept
well.
Opening her sleepy eyes, she gazed up at him. His tousled
hair, with an errant wave falling over his brow, was dark
against the snowy whiteness of the pillows, and sleep had
softened the rugged contours of his handsome face. He was
a magnificent male, and utterly irresistible in his naked state.
She thought of the times he d made love to her throughout the
night. The first time he had loved her with a wild abandon,
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