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His voice was triumphant, rough with desire.

She trembled, couldn’t answer, feeling the aching need inside her.

Stephen’s gray eyes probed her face, the parted, trembling curve of her pink mouth, still swollen from his kisses, the wide, darkened blue eyes. Slowly he said, “So it isn’t being touched that scares you. You aren’t scared now, are you? What is it, Gabriella?”