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She felt wild, unrestrained… primal.

The night was all about instinct…and pleasure. The sounds of the ceremony seemed to fade into the distance as a haze of desire surrounded them both. Although the light wind reminded Claire they were outside, the stones and the darkness concealed them. They were alone. And Claire’s need for Will, for his touch, his taste, had taken control.

This time, though, she wanted him inside her. “Make love to me,” she murmured. “Now. Please, Will. I need you.”

Moments later he was filling her completely. She arched against him, driving him even deeper, feeling a delicious sense of power…of rightness. Neither one of them seemed to be able to hold back. Will drove into her, again and again. Claire cried out with pleasure, but the sounds were swallowed by the night and the noise of the crowd.

It was the most passionate sex she’d ever experienced.

And if the rest of her nights were like this, she was never going home…