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delicious, inch.

Her mouth moved from his tongue to his

shoulder. She shuddered and stifled a scream with a tender ridge of sinewy shoulder muscle. Within seconds, he was almost completely up inside her.

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She pushed down harder and felt herself spasm as he slid up deeper than anyone had ever been until she felt their bones meet with a light slap.

She grunted and screamed into his neck, rose slightly, then dropped onto him again, forcing his unbelievable girth up inside her farther still.

Finally, with one last agonizing push, she took all of him up deep inside her body and the three months of emptiness that had suffocated her like a blinding fog, lifted entirely. Her world was once again bright, crisp and hot.

She sucked in several deep breaths and tried to move her upper body higher because he felt like he was hitting the bottom of her ribs. She was having difficulty breathing. She tensed up, realized quickly that made the pressure worse, and instead, willed herself to relax while trying to remember how she managed taking all of him the last time they were together.

Letting out a long, deep sigh, she forced herself to simply give up and accept the sensations instead of steeling herself for protection. As if by magic, visions of the Gypsy King and her family splashed into her mind and there they were—

Diego, Nanosh and Isabella, their faces coming into clear view and each was smiling at her. It was a secretive smile that made her giggle because it reminded her she couldn’t remember the last time she and Ahndray were together like this.

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was finally relaxed enough not to scream

anymore. The skin of his neck was warm and

inviting and she burrowed and nuzzled into him like a ravenous leopard. “Mmmmm…I missed

you so much, Ahndray.” She smothered his neck in nips and bites while grinding down on him, loosening up her lean muscles enough to move a bit easier over his turgid flesh.

“I have soooo many things to tell you. So many adventures that you will love, but not now. Let’s talk later. Right now I need you to stay right where you are and hold me as tightly as you can and let me fuck you…I can’t believe you are really here! I thought I had lost you forever!”

Ahndray ran his fingers along the faint scar on Veronique’s jaw and tears welled in his eyes. “I am so sorry, Nikky. I am so sorry. I hope you can forgive me. A better man would have never let that happen. I should have done something.

Anything. I…”

Veronique’s fingertip rested on his mouth and she told him to be quiet in a stern, but

understanding voice. “There was nothing either of us could have done, Ahndray. Nothing. But we’re here now. We made it. We have the rest of our lives to forget that night…right?”

She could tell he wouldn’t be placated so easily and that night would be with them for a long time.

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so much already to be together—to love each other. She would make him understand

eventually, and eventually he would see what she saw in their future.

She
shushed
him again, settled on him until he was as deep as possible, then braced herself for the ride. Placing her hands on his chest and grinding her hips into him felt unbelievably good and she watched her tummy move, rotate and gyrate like a gypsy girl dancing to a sensuous song around a campfire.

The images in her mind came racing back. She pictured Isabella grinding her hips and popping one side up and down like a snake, the gold coins around her waist tinkling in the night.

Watching his eyes and his chest expand as she lifted herself up until just his swollen head was resting inside her slit, she fell on him until he writhed in agonizing pleasure beneath her. The control was intoxicating and she took him in small, then longer, then even longer and stronger strokes, speeding up and slowing down, whatever her body felt like enjoying, she did it—and it was all she could do to hold onto the headboard as he rippled and pulsed inside her.

She closed her eyes and listened as Ahndray’s ragged breaths sped up, became steadier and their love sounds mingled with the music from

downstairs. Edith Piaf, the voice of the sparrow, was singing
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the hallway and filling the upstairs. It was perfect music for their reunion and Veronique didn’t mind doing all the work this time, in fact, she relished having the control she needed and letting Ahndray lay back and watch her devour him

every way, and in any way she desired.

Veronique could feel him inside her and he was rock hard, she also felt him rippling, almost as if his entire shaft was breathing. She smiled while remembering he had done this with her, inside her, by the river. It was a way of talking to her without saying a word. She clenched her own muscles to let him know she loved it as much as he did.

Seeing that he was too weak to move much, she gladly took the opportunity to run her hands over Ahndray’s marvelous chest and shoulders as she bounced on him. She didn’t need him to do much really, just stay still and enjoy the ride. She rode him hard and deep, then lightly, then hard again, then more easily, all while watching his facial expressions change with each change in her

tempo.

It was easy to lift herself up until about half of him was still inside her, then fall back down onto his brown, curly mound of tough bone and

muscle. Then she would bounce up again until the workings of her orgasm begin to build.

She clenched at his vest and shirt, pushed her lips and slit down on him, then began grunting.

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She knew he would want her to give him

everything she had so she didn’t feel guilty at all about closing her eyes and pounding out what was the beginning of some tremendous fireworks of her own.

It started at her toes and felt like fire spreading up to her hips and groin, then as her body began to vibrate, the waves began pounding her strong and sharp. “Mmmmmph. That’s it. Yes, come on, Ahndray, you’re going to make me cum. Here I come, baby, come with me!”

Ahndray tensed, gritted his teeth and grabbed her hipbones for support. Although weak, he pushed back up and into her as much as his still-wounded body allowed. Beads of sweat rolled off his forehead and he bucked and drove with all his might.

They rocked together for several seconds and the sheer intensity of the moment brought him quickly to the same point she was. As red, blue and white explosions bathed the room in light and sound, the lovers screamed and moaned together as loudly as they dared, completely drowning out the rowdy celebration in the rooms below.

Wave after wave of pleasure pounded through them both until they felt like they were becoming the same person, breathing and exploding

together in one wonderfully wet and sticky skin.

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until their passion gradually subsided, leaving them spent, dazed and groggy from the

relinquished angst of months of unknowing and heartfelt loss.

It was Veronique who collapsed first, her entire body falling onto Ahndray’s chest. She wrapped herself around him, hugging him tightly enough to pull a big, somewhat raspy, breath from his chest.

“Oh! Merde!”

She released him quickly, wondering if she had opened his wound or crushed a rib. “I’m sorry,
mon amore
!” she said, laughing. “Are you okay?

Oh my, what are we going to do with you these days?” she chided him and his somewhat weaker health.

“Guess you will just have to start to enjoy being up there, eh?” He laughed at her and she put her arms around him again.

They lay together and time stood still in the blissful period after eruptions when breathing becomes slow and dreams are shared and hope springs forth from the fires of lust. They held each other without trepidation or fear of losing the other again, and kissed as the party below added a raucous backdrop to their otherwise serene

entanglement.

Ahndray was first this time. “Come on!” He

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hostage in my room all night, baby. The look on everyone’s face will be priceless!” He turned and rolled her off his chest

She stood, dressed and meandered to the

washroom to clean up. Within minutes, they were as presentable as when he first walked in the door.

Veronique straightened his bowtie, pressed her gown down with her hands and kissed him

deeply on the mouth. As his warm tongue filled her mouth again, she trembled slightly as a small rivulet of his juice crawled slowly down her still hot thigh.

The couple walked down the stairs together, hand in hand, but Ahndray stopped Veronique before they were halfway down to the living room below.

He motioned for her to stay where she stood and she watched him walk down the last few

steps until he was almost at the bottom. She stared at him with admiration as his chest swelled with what she knew was a painfully deep breath, then was amazed at the authority and power as his voice bellowed throughout the room.

“Ladies and gentleman!” Ahndray’s voice cut through the festivities like a shotgun crack.

Some of the guests jumped, but it took only a few seconds for the crowd to give him their undivided attention. A hush fell over the party.

After a split second of silence, whispers soon were dancing and swooshing around the room. The

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whole house was filled with everyone shushing everyone else and giggling and, even out on the patio, there was jostling, moving and people yelling at other people to be quiet.

Ahndray waited while everyone managed to

gather into the great room. He waited longer still, until finally the crowd was fixed and ready for whatever he had to say. The fire roared and crackled in the fireplace and someone stopped Edith Piaf from one last Mon Coeur Est au Coin d’Une Rue.

Ahndray lifted his chest and began speaking in a friendly and comfortable tone. “I want to thank everyone for coming tonight and for all of your best wishes on this, our most illustrious French holiday!”

Some guests threw up glasses and shouts in

agreement while others lifted their glasses and cups and some just lifted their faces, but smiles and grins beamed throughout the sea of black and white tuxedos and colorful gowns.

“Thank you for gracing us with your presence at this celebration, in honor of our national fight against tyranny! As you know, this family has been through some tyranny of our own over the last few months, but…”

The crowd laughed and nodded in agreement

and Ahndray lifted his fist and pounded his chest like a prizefighter. “This family will always fight against oppression just as we all fight for liberty, 283

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equality and fraternity for all our French citizens!”

A volley of fireworks exploded above the small town and the noise and flashes of light ignited the crowd into a fervent pitch.

Veronique heard the roar and clinking of

glasses and watched her man from the shadow of the stairwell. Her own heart surged with pride as she listened to Ahndray’s speech and she wanted to rush down to him and be by his side.

The waiting was becoming unbearable!

“Tonight we truly all have something to

celebrate and I am pleased to say that I have even more to be thankful for than most. And without further delay, may I request that everyone raise your glasses for a toast as I present to you…”

The guests could hardly wait to quaff their champagne, but Ahndray delayed the toast and made them hang on his every word. He shot a glance over his shoulder and up the stairs at Veronique.

Sensing the crowd was now somewhat

confused about the reason for the brief delay, a man yelled from the back of the room, “Get on with it!”

Ahndray spied the gentleman and smiled at

Veronique’s father in response. He tilted his top hat and began again. “It is with great pleasure that I introduce to you this evening, the love of my life, the miracle that has magically come back to me, and us, Mrs. Veronique Champnaey!”

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Veronique gasped and she knew the entire

crowd thought Ahndray had either had entirely too much to drink or had simply lost his mind.

Some dropped their heads in embarrassment and looked away to their neighbors. Some just stared at him with quizzical faces and grimaces and furrowed brows.

Ahndray continued smiling and, as hushed

whispers filled the room, he turned again, held out his hand and motioned for Veronique to come join him.

Veronique walked down the stairs and joined him at the bottom of the staircase.

As soon as the light from the room splashed across her face and gown, the house shook with applause and screams. Ribbons, hats, cheese, beer, napkins, plates, even full glasses of champagne went flying into the air as throngs of guests mobbed the beaming couple.

The hugging, kissing, shaking hands, pats on the back and the inevitable questions lasted the rest of the evening. It was almost four more hours before everyone’s curiosity was satiated and everyone had heard their unbelievable tale of love, loss and renewal.

Veronique managed to navigate through the

crowd and into her mother’s arms, joined by her father. Even Emelie rushed in and admitted that, yes, she did tell a few people her sister was alive and back in Lourmarin. As the party rolled on, 285

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Veronique looked around the room at the people she loved and realized she had no desire to go on the patio for a Gitanes. She stayed and answered every question, however inappropriate, and even managed to describe her
kumpania
and the ways of her gypsy family with enough passion and