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  He pinned her with his seductive gaze and dismounted in a rush. Flashing an arrogant smile, he lifted his large, sun-browned hands and placed them around her waist to lift her from the sidesaddle. Helpless against the sensuous spell his black gaze cast upon her. she leaned forward and allowed her body to slide down the long, hard length of his. Her thighs trembled as he pulled her closer still. She gasped when he placed his powerful hands on her breasts. They swelled; the sensitive nipples hardened as they begged for rough contact with his broad chest.

  Breathless and weak with desire, she let him ease her down to the desert floor and pin her against the dusty earth with his body. She didn't attempt to escape as he undid the delicate pearl buttons

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  of her blouse: or when he shoved her batiste camisole down to free her breasts into his callused hands, which was merely a prelude to his tongue's wicked ministrations. Overwhelmed by the foreign sensations that coursed through her untutored body, as he tossed up her skirts and wedged his knees between her thighs. They parted without protest.

  He tore open his pants and she saw him. Tall and thick, his organ stood engorged and stiff. The veins pulsed and snapped with every beat of his heart. The lair of hair, black as night at its root, curled tight and was coarsely elegant; the dark pink ridged head shiny and swollen with raw need...

  Raine's breath caught. Her vagina pulsed and sent a shock of moisture between her legs. Under his arrogant scrutiny her heavy breasts ached, the nipples tightened until they hurt, and her sex throbbed. Her heart raced; her stomach tied in knots. She swallowed, opened her mouth to speak, but shut it again not knowing what to say.

  Then he was on his knees before her. His thick erection stood taut and proud, and she wanted him with an inexplicable desire. Unable to help herself, her tongue snaked out and lightly traced the smooth inner skin of her parted lips in breathless anticipation of the hot, distended head of his shaft invading her hungry depths. He stared at her for a very long time. His eyes looked as deep and dark as the sea.

  He gave her a wicked smile and brought her hand to his erection. She gasped: her gaze flew to his. His hard member pulsated beneath her palm. She whimpered and moaned, attempted to pull away as if the shaft burned her. The look in his eyes said. no. Hold inc. Hard.

  She shook her head. The automatic reaction had nothing to do with what she really wanted. He refused to surrender her hand and wrapped her fingers firmly around its solid girth, moved her hand down the warm length of him. At once his size surged, and the broad head expelled a single drop of clear fluid from its neat slit.

  Lust flared through her body at the sight. Her empty vagina contracted with desire for him; her gaze inched its way down his full erec-

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  tion that strained to be inside her already drenched vulva. She wanted his domination in a desperate way. Without shame, she welcomed the hard evidence of his arousal with a broken cry that tore from her throat.

  At that point. Raine threw her head hack and her arms above her head as a river of desire ran through her body. To her. the visions that played in her slumbering mind seemed so real, so wonderful, so powerful — and oh so erotic — she never wanted to awaken. And though she knew, if she had been in a conscious state when this strong, handsome warrior took her with force, ravished her against her will, it would frighten her.

  Yet, in this dream, the possibility fascinated and aroused her. allowed her to enjoy her long-dormant sensuality. She was free to imagine the feel of a hard-bodied, mysterious lover thrusting his rigid tool straight into her. without caution or preliminaries. The passionate stirring of her blood made her private parts throb so hotly, she expelled a tortured moan and dug her nails into the mattress.

  The cry struck Miguel Chavez just as his men were about to

  cut and run.

  He couldn't risk endangering the mission, it was too important to the revolution. He sent the men ahead without him. then turned and moved toward the sound. Just outside the commanding officer's quarters, he stopped short.

  He saw her through the open window.

  Miguel knew to go inside would mean disaster, but ignored the last hopeless complaints of his common sense and reached for the window's sill. In one fluid motion, he hoisted himself and swung his leg over the single barrier that separated him from his revenge. The French major's daughter.

  Silver moonlight streamed into the room. Though dark, the moon cast enough light for him to see the woman he intended to rape. He arched a brow, surprised to find she wore nothing to bed.

  Miguel drew in the night air. He paused and listened for the deep even breaths that signaled sleep. Raine LcFIeur's beauty was unde-

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  niable with her naked body laid out like a veritable buffet before him. He wanted her. and not only because of his need for revenge against the man who was responsible for the death of his family.

  The air was sticky, and wet heat seemed to rise all over his skin. He studied Raine's feminine undulations with the dedication of an experienced lover. He could make out the small mouth, sensually sculpted, parted in sleep, and he had the desire to kiss her. For her to kiss him. He could already taste her lips, damp and salty...

  With his need for vengeance enhanced, the task took on a whole new meaning. He had the sudden urge to stay with her. in this room, for an endless time. Heedless of circumstance, his body responded to headlong lust. Now. in no great hurry, he slipped his body the rest of the way into the room. When his booted feet touched the floor, he crossed the distance between them in three swift strides on catfeet.

  Miguel stopped next to the bed and removed his boots as he gazed down the length of the slim, yet well-shaped body. He licked his parched lips. Having seen her before, knowing who her father was. her uncommon beauty should not have affected him. But it did. Raine LeFleur was even more beautiful than he remembered.

  He concentrated on her hair, the way the long, jet-black waves flowed in a haphazard fashion across the pillow; how small tendrils lay moistly around the edges of her heart-shaped face. A face with a flawless complexion, cameo white in the moonlight, that must captivate men all over the world. He wondered how something, so beautiful, could have a cold-hearted murderer for a father. He wondered if she knew the truth.

  Miguel let out a breath. He pressed his hand against her breast, moved to fondle the nipple. She did not awaken. Instead, she made intoxicating small sounds of pleasure that, beckoned him as surely as a voice. Her nipples, the flushed tips hardened with frank enjoyment of his touch.

  In her slumber. Raine raised her hips off the mattress and murmured, in a heated, suffocated sound. 'Please."

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  A small shudder traveled down Miguel's spine, followed by the corresponding hardening of his sex. He gave a low groan with the torment of it. As he continued to focus on her plump breasts, he placed his snakelike whip around the bedpost above her head. He spread his thighs apart' and pressed the heel of his hand down the growing length of his erection.

  Miguel became wild with the need for her to caress his sturdy shaft, sensing that only she could bring him what he craved. His breathing quickened. He watched a long-fingered hand stray down her slender hip and slip over the bare thigh toward the very source of her need.

  Soon, she groaned and parted her legs. wide. His gaze froze. She reached down to touch the dainty vee of tight curls, and with her other hand spread her labia apart with two fingers. It was as if she meant to drive him into a frenzy.

  A hunger that demanded he penetrate her consumed him. He wanted to lake her with the full length of his flesh. with no thought of her pleasure. Even so, he held his fierce lust in check. No. he thought, giving her pink lips, moist and flushed with readiness, an intent perusal. His revenge against her father would not be complete if he raped her. She had to want him to take her virginity. better yet, beg him. And she would, right under the noses of Major Armand LeFleur's soldiers. He would make certain o
f it.

  Miguel opened his he pants and put his hand to the full evidence of his arousal. In one strong tug, he freed himself from all constraints. "Soon, my sweet." he murmured and he stripped the shirt from his back.

  A lock of his long, undisciplined hair brushed across Raine's smooth brow as he bent his head lower, and brushed his lips across hers as if it were his right. "You like that, do you not?"

  She smiled. "Mmm."

  He licked her stomach. She moaned in a way that told him surfacing from her deep sleep was secondary to the carnal pleasure she

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  was experiencing from his tongue. With the faintest pressure, his fingers slid over her swollen vulva and the French beauty quivered. She sighed a delicious small sound, and he smiled, gratified.

  At some point he knew that he might have to restrain her. He bent to take a sweet nipple with languid strokes as his hand went straight for the bandanna around his neck, and placed it on the pillow next to her exquisite head. She whimpered when he released her nipple to shift his body above her.

  Miguel kissed her neck, tasting the rich perfume of her scent, and she sighed. He pressed his stiff sex against her. The pressure on the pulsating tissue of her vagina drew a low groan of pleasure from deep in her throat. He waited, then his palm drifted down the soft curve of her breast. His mouth trailed a path of kisses down her jaw. He removed his pants and took his erection in his hand. Parting her with the swollen tip, he stroked his hardness over her wet flesh in a delicate message. She groaned and lifted her hips, pressed herself hard against his stroking member, as if her craving for him was uncontrollable.

  Somewhere between wakefulness and sleep, Raine knew that his sturdy shaft entered her opening. She met it with relief, but he slipped it in only an inch or so, then rested. He moved again and she gave a desperate groan when he withdrew, aware of the emptiness. Her mouth opened to show her hunger, her body's willingness to take him, and he entered it.

  It was then that Raine opened her eyes in an unconscious effort to see her lover. Uttering a faint cry, she realized...this was no fantasy! Her gaze flew wide and her breath caught in her throat. In an instant she was fully awake—pinned and spread beneath the very man who had been driving her to distraction in her dream.

  Miguel stopped, his mouth half parted, only a breath away from hers. He pressed the pad of his index finger to his lips. "Shhh, shhh," he whispered.

  At that moment Raine couldn't have spoken if she'd tried, because it took all of her efforts just to breathe. It seemed she couldn't

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  do anything but stare into her revolutionary's seductive eyes. No. This was not happening; it was just another part of her elaborate fantasy. She blinked, twice, thinking he would disappear.

  He didn't.

  Stunned, it took Raine a moment to find her voice. "Y-you are not here."

  His grin was wicked and enchanting, just as in the dream. With the raise of a black eyebrow, he ran the tips of his callused fingers across a distended nipple. Again, it hardened with pleasurable pain.

  "Oh...but I am," he assured her, his voice hoarse with restraint, "and it pleases me to know that /am the one who has you so hot and withering in your bed."

  Raine opened her mouth to scream, but she couldn't utter a sound.

  Without hesitation, he took the bandanna from the pillow next to her head and brushed it across her mouth. He sighed. "You are a very beautiful woman. J would hate to cover even an inch of your tender skin..." He paused to trail a wet tongue in a slow gliding process across her lips. "Still, if you make too much noise I will have to quiet you. So you will accommodate me and remain silent, no?"

  Raine's heart lurched. He spoke in English, but she understood him. She nodded in haste. Her eyes widened. She was confused and afraid, though some part of her thought there was something wicked and titillating about having the choice taken out of her hands.

  'Bueno." As he smoothed the hair away from her face, he gave her a smile that showed his straight white teeth. He cupped her chin, and said, "I will not hurt you, senorita. I am only going to give you what you need."

  Raine shivered at the look in his smoky eyes. She should beg him not to, but then he pressed his hand into the crease of her fluid sex. When his finger massaged her organ—nothing mattered but the sensations that bewitched her senses. Soon, she was ready to accept from him whatever else he was willing to give.

  By his expression she could tell he was beyond ready. Still, she

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  gasped in loud surprise as he pressed his forefinger inside her body until he met with a slight resistance. He paused and smiled, as if he'd already expected to encounter the evidence of her virginity. Instinctively, her thick flesh cushioning his finger tightened and he moved it out a little, and in again. She groaned and began to move her hips, increasing the contact.

  He leaned forward and kissed her softly on the lips. "You want these pleasures; do you not? And to discover further delights?” Raine nodded. He flicked his tongue across one taut nipple and a powerful shudder passed through her into him. "No, my lovely senorita. you must tell me."

  'Mon Dieu! Oui!"

  At once he gathered her breast in his hands and thrust it into his mouth. He sucked wildly, intent on easing the physical hurt of her first time by giving her other more pleasurable sensations. He adjusted the position of her body with the deftness of much experience, and moved into her warmth. She sucked in a breath. His gaze came up and met her blue one. "It will only hurt for a moment."

  Raine nodded. Some locks of his long hair caressed her cheek as the solid strength of his honed body remained poised above hers for the moment. A sensual heat spread through her entire body. She wrapped her legs around his hips and gave him a groan of pleasurable want. Her fingers kneaded his thick muscled shoulders; he moved, kissed her eyelids and then her mouth. He eased his hardness deeper into her body, and she was flooded with a rush of divine pleasures so strong she thought she would surely die.

  With his arousal hard against her maidenhood, he thrust forward quickly, accurately. When his full sex tore through her barrier, she threw her arms around him and swallowed her small cry of pain as his hardness filled her. A tidal wave of passion engulfed her being immediately after; and when he withdrew a long moment later, she whimpered with the loss. In response, he slid his hands beneath her bottom and cupped it in his hands. He squeezed her cheeks and slid back into her hungry

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  depths with infinite slowness and moved in and out, insinuating his enormous length into her tightness with unhurried strokes.

  Enslaved by the delicious sensation of ravishment that heated her body, Raine yielded herself completely to this man. He was potent, more viral than in her dream. A flaming heat ignited deep inside her and she kissed him, shameless in her need.

  "Please...more," she begged, her nails digging deeper into his back, her body so sensitive and flame-hot she could no longer distinguish pleasure from pain.

  He held her firmly in place so she could not move, and forced himself into the throbbing center of her body. She clung to his shoulders, locked her legs around his hips. He drove deeper and deeper, as if he wanted to put his mark on her. With each hard thrusting stroke he pushed her further over the edge.

  Raine began to peak when the hungry suction of his mouth drew on her breast. Then he pulled hard and pushed into her with all the strength of his powerful body. The muscles of her inner thighs trembled and the deep throb of orgasm splintered as it claimed her.

  She met every one of his lunges with force. Her body gripped his as spasm after spasm racked her, and his grip tightened as the inevitable shudders coursed through his body.

  In the dim gray light of dawn Miguel held Raine until her trembling subsided, lax and spent, and flew from release to a deep slumber.

  Raine awoke several hours later, when the bright yellow sunlight played without mercy on her closed lids. She stretched and yawned.
There was an unaccustomed ache between her thighs and the odd feeling that the world around her had somehow changed forever.

  And then she remembered.

  Oh, God! She pressed a knuckle to her mouth. In half-panic, she jackknifed to a sitting position and snatched the sheet up to cover herself. Her gaze flew to the brilliant day beyond her open window.

  Perhaps she didn't remember anything at all. It was a blur...her thoughts jumbled, as erratic as her heartbeat, heated memories of

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  her dream lover coming to life, and taking her to the edge of ecstasy and beyond...

  "It was a dream," she said aloud.

  Raine forced herself to remain calm, to breathe in through her nose and out through her mouth. She had heard older and more experienced women speak about their erotic dreams, of young virile men experiencing orgasms while they slept. It only made sense that women could have them too.

  Yes, what she remembered was no more than a seductive dream— an apparition—not something beyond all propriety and reason. After all, where was her nameless lover now? If a man had truly taken her virginity, he would still be there. Wouldn't he?

  She'd experienced a night-loving, brought on by an unnatural sleep and her obsession with this mysterious and elusive revolutionary. It was only natural. She'd fantasized about the man ever since the first time she saw him far in the distance. Raine jumped out of bed and slipped on her robe. She walked straight over to the full length mirror and stared at her reflection. "No, dreams cannot become reality," she said aloud to her other self.

  Suddenly, she felt a sticky wetness seep out from between her legs and onto her inner thigh. As she gazed down and saw the Vermillion evidence of her lost virginity so undeniable, she almost fainted.

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  Chapter Two

  At mid-afternoon, the only things moving inside the cramped stagecoach were the flies. Raine LeFleur never realized how bleak life could be, especially when you were on the way to your wedding.