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further, he came down on top of her. His hands—such tender, powerful hands—slid deep into her hair, anchoring her. Their gazes locked and held, and she felt herself sink into him just as his body sank into hers, mating them together in a perfect fit. She felt herself join with him in ways that were more than just physical. Ways that upended her tidy little world.
    And she gave herself to him, totally and unconditionally.
    He moved within her and all thought slipped away, replaced by something far more primitive and elemental. A driving need consumed her, an urge to become one. To complete the connection that hovered so close. She strained for it. Reached for it. Grasped it eagerly.
    Then the strangest thing happened. Téa felt the powerful current from their first meeting complete its circuit. Felt the undeniable melding of man to woman. Knew on some level that this moment had changed her on some irrevocable, fundamental level. Part of her shrank from that knowledge, while another part rejoiced.
    She wrapped Luc up in a tight embrace, arms and legs entwined. Each thrust came more forcefully, branding her, possessing her. She rode with him whilethe wildness stirred. It whipped through her, tearing her apart into shiny fragments of desperate desire. She heard him call to her on the whirlwind, centering her. And with each moment that passed, each driving movement, they roared toward the center of the storm.
    It was an exploding. A shattering. A freefall into the most delicious waves of pleasure she’d ever experienced. Together they soared and plummeted. Rode the wild wind. Together they clung one to the other, joined.
    Melded.
    Mated.
    One.
     
    Téa had no idea how long she lay there, lost in the aftermath of passion. Somewhere along the line every scrap of intelligent thought had fled, leaving behind utter confusion. But it was a delightful confusion, one that had her body glowing with pleasure and her practically purring in satisfaction.
    The oddest part was that she couldn’t seem to get her brain back online. Every time she tried, her thoughts would slip and slide in Luc’s direction and all she could think about was how he’d taken her. Possessed her. Thrust her into a realm of sensation that had stripped her down to the bare essence of herself and then imprinted what remained with his personal brand. It was as though they’d mixed and mingled to the point where they could never truly separate out their own unique bits and pieces.
    “Dear God,” Luc rumbled beside her. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to move again.”
    “At least you can talk,” she managed to say.
    “Okay. I’ll talk. You move.”
    “Can’t.”
    “’Kay. Come here.” He wrapped a heavy arm around her waist and scooped her closer. “Aw, hell. It’s still there.”
    She didn’t have to ask what. She could feel it. He spooned the hard sweep of his angles against her soft curves. The press of his body cleaving to hers caused the embers to spark to life in renewed need. Every inch of her skin burned with it. Heat blazed along the contact points and she trembled beneath the onslaught.
    “Yeah, it’s still there.” She shuddered in reaction. “Was it supposed to go away?”
    “Thought so.”
    Or was it that he hoped so? The thought flitted in and out of her head as she turned to face him. He opened his eyes, slumberous, yet still hungry. With a soft growl, his mouth came down on hers again, blotting out thought and reason and words. Her arms slid around him just as his slid around her and their legs intertwined once again. They kissed, soft and gentle, then more urgently. An irrepressible need replaced exhaustion, one that couldn’t be denied.
    Téa wriggled against him. “Luc, please. I want—”
    She couldn’t even express what she wanted. Just him. More of him. He didn’t need the words. He knew. Knew, and responded with a passion that shredded her world into bright glittering starbursts of pleasure. It was as though