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.She felt his hunger, was overpowered by it, and then she felt her own hunger answering.She stiffened, feeling his mouth move downward to pull at an erect nipple, pausing at the slight bulge of her stomach, hands caressing lovingly, almost reverently.Still he continued his downward journey.Gabby could feel him large and tumescent against her and she moaned in spite of herself as a warm, pleasurable lassitude swept her along on a tide of passion.“Soon, ma chere, soon,” crooned Philippe, whispering words of love.“I want to worship every inch of you one more time.”And he proceeded to do just that.Not an inch of her body was inviolate.Though she was ready for him he would not be hurried.Even her small cries and gasps of pleasure when he found a particular spot vulnerable to his lips and hands could not persuade him from his quest.Then his mouth found the place he sought and Gabby arched her back to him, pulling him even closer, encircling him with her legs as he tasted, taunted, teased, his tongue hungry for her honeyed warmth.“Now, Philippe!” Gabby cried, writhing, moaning, ecstasy driving her out of her mind.Spurred by her words, Philippe plunged into her velvet wetness, afraid he would hurt her, yet powerless to contain his need.To his surprise, Gabby ground her pelvis into his, stunning him by the passion he had unleashed in her as well as by the intensity of her response.Gabby wanted all of him, and as if to prove it, she flung her arms and legs around his driving body, locking him securely.Lost in the soft recesses of her body, Philippe slowed his pace, savoring, enjoying fully her welcoming flesh.Gabby’s blood boiled, great rivers of molten lava flowed through her veins and she grasped and clutched Philippe even closer.Sensing her urgency, Philippe quickened his movements, plunging down, down, down, into the velvet honey of her.At the onset of her long, wailing cry, he covered her lips with his, taking, muffling the sounds with his own mouth until they mingled and became like thunder in his ears.Lying side by side, panting loudly, bodies touching, they descended slowly from the towering passion they had just shared.When Philippe could finally speak his voice was tinged with sadness.“A fitting adieu, ma chere.One that will remain with me forever.”Gabby could not trust herself to speak.She wanted their final parting to be as friendly as possible given their circumstances and anything she could say would cause more dissension.She could not face another altercation, knowing in her heart that though Philippe desired her body he could never bring himself to believe her, or trust her.Sighing wretchedly, Gabby sensed that they had just said their last farewell in such a way as to prove that her love for him was not entirely dead… but it was too late… too late.Hearing her sigh, Philippe was assailed by feelings of guilt and remorse, thinking that he had taken advantage of her again, used her to satisfy his need for her, a need that would torment him for the rest of his life.So before he did or said something to anger her he rose from the bed, careful not to touch her, fearing he might take her again, and began to dress.“I shall be on hand to escort you ashore, Gabby,” Philippe said as he fumbled with the buttons on his soft, linen shirt, his eyes carefully averted from her enticing body, utterly desirable despite her pregnancy.“Whatever for? Everyone will soon be aware that we have separated.”“Perhaps not,” Philippe said mysteriously.Fully dressed Philippe finally found the courage to face Gabby.He ached to make love to her again, to purge her mind and body of Duvall by sheer force of strength.Then his eyes fell upon the curve of her stomach and his mouth hardened.By all that was right and holy the child she carried should be his, not Duvall’s! With a will of its own his hand crept out to caress the smooth roundness.Gabby flinched but made no move to stop him, waiting for him to say something, anything.With a curse, Philippe flung himself away and out the door into the dark, lonely night.Philippe was waiting for Gabby the next morning when she emerged from her cabin, mauve shadows marring the pale skin beneath her eyes.With cool detachment that belied his true feelings he offered her his arm and together they descended the gangplank.Gabby was immediately caught up with the sights and sounds of the island.Her eyes and ears were so filled with the teeming life and colorful people happily going about their business that she was unaware Philippe had hired a carriage until she found herself being handed inside.“Where are we going, Philippe?” she questioned.“I thought you said…”“Relax, Gabby, you will see your precious Marcel soon enough.But first we are going to visit Dr.Renaud.I can only remain in St.Pierre a few days before I must see my plantation.”Dr.Renaud finished his examination and sat down to talk with Philippe while Gabby dressed.“How is my wife, doctor?” asked Philippe with grave concern.“To my eyes she appears frail in comparison with her previous pregnancy.”“I cannot understand it, Monsieur St
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