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Take her,the stallion in him urged.
Fuck her.Deep and long and hard.
Love her.Until their bodies melded, skin to skin, breath to breath, heart to heart. And he was never, nor ever would be, alone again.
He took her down to the thick carpet of grass, a blur of green and pops of bright red in his peripheral vision.
Distantly, he absorbed that he’d been here before. In this very field. With this same woman. He couldn’t recall the details, but it didn’t matter.
He’d make new memories now. And he would hold onto them so tightly, he’d never lose them again.
Somehow, the strange lion-dog was nowhere in sight. He must have bounded off to play. They were all alone now, hidden and secluded in these fields. Beneath a late summer, cloudless blue sky, with the sifting, balmy breezy raising the fine hairs upon their skin, making everything so sensitive.
Exquisitelyaware.
Somehow, she was already writhing naked and hot beneath him, her honeyed skin flushed with a dewy pink glow. Perhaps she was the one who tore off her tunic; perhaps it had been him.
Didn’t matter. Only that she wasnaked.
Open and wantonly wet for him.
“Divina,” he husked, loving the sound of her name. It came more naturally to him now. As if he’d said it a thousand times.
And perhaps he had. In his dreams, where memory couldn’t reach. Where he escaped the unending pain that wreathed his heart like thorns. A pain that he felt less acutely during waking hours, so that he could carry on his days in some semblance of normality.
Yes, he’d called for her countless times. His heart and soul had starved for her.
Now, here she was, his fantasy come to life.
He trailed hot kisses on her jaw and down her throat. Sucking softly on her round, juicy breasts, laving the swollen, hard bud of her nipples with his tongue. He wanted to worship her endlessly with his mouth, his hands, his body.
All of him.
She moaned with abandon, her breath hitching, back arching. Her fingers dug into his long, black hair, pulling it against his scalp.
“Andros…” she sighed.
He loved the sound of his name on her tongue even more than the sound of hers on his. Knowing that she belonged to him. Surrendered to him.
She was his woman.
HisMate.
He knew with every fiber of his being this irrefutable truth. Before long, she would know it too. Her body would sing with it.
He nibbled a path down the graceful line that bisected her middle, and dipped the tip of his tongue just barely inside her shallow navel, making her gasp. And he rejoiced in the pleasure he gave her.
She washis.
Her pleasure was his to give. He would always be generous. He would give her everything she could ever want.
And then he’d give hermore.
He licked and kissed his way even lower, nuzzling against her soft, silky skin. To her naked, quivering core and those plump, quivering nether lips.
Drenched with her desire for him. So wet, her juices coated her inner thighs, and her unique womanly fragrance filled his lungs with the most thrilling, heady intoxication.
But it wasn’t enough.
