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And he made no effort to try. Reaching up his arms, he pulled Fellis from the horse. With torturous deliberation he allowed her to slide slowly down the length of him, his hands molding the gentle swell of her hips. Heat rose in his belly, and he closed his eyes, breathing in the sweet, warm woman scent of her.

She was a heady mixture of innocence and spirit, and he felt drawn to her as no maid before her.

When he opened his eyes again, Fellis was looking up at him, her own lids heavy, her breath coming quickly through parted lips.

Suddenly, he knew he was going to kiss her—had to kiss her…