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Divina refused to wallow in the wave of disappointment that swept over her at that. Not that she was remotely virginal. But she wouldn’t mind being despoiled.
By him.
Well, maybe not in his current form. If she ever came across one of those mythical virgins the centaurs carried off into their mountains, never to be seen again, she’d ask them how the logistics worked.
Hmm.
Could it be possible they were cleaved in two by gigantic stallion phalluses and left to die? That was rather morbid, but Divina was morbidly curious.
No, that couldn’t be the case, she mentally argued.
Where did centaur children come from, then? The virgins, after deflowering, must live long enough to give birth, right?
She definitely needed to suss out the logistics of mating with a centaur. Just to be prepared. Nothing wrong with planning ahead, she told herself.
She swam slightly closer and reached for his hand.
He clasped her immediately, completely engulfing her with his large palm and long, graceful fingers.
Yes, even his fingers were mesmerizing. The tantalizing veins zig-zagging on the back of his hand, over his wrist and forearm, were downright hypnotic. Erotic. She wanted to trace them with her tongue.
Divina mentally shook herself.
Snap out of it, you hussy!She chided her inner slut.
But it was like chiding Chewie when he humped a tree trunk on the days he was extra horny. Deaf ears, in other words.
“My name is Andros,” he said, drawing her eyes up his arm, shoulder and neck to his face.
“Thank you for freeing me, Divina.”
“My pleasure,” she rasped, so deeply immersed in his clear, violet eyes that she felt as if she was endlessly falling.
She felt weightless.
Slowly, as though he didn’t want to startle her, he inclined his head and curved his torso to lower his face to hers. He placed their joined hands on the side of her face, tilting her gently to raise her lips.
Divina held her breath, her heart all but pounding out of her chest.
Had she been mistaken? Did he feel this connection between them just like she did? A mix of innocent joy and burning passion? The sort that made her want to burst apart with a terrifying happiness?
His mouth barely met hers, just an electric fissure of almost-kiss. Which she felt like the strike of lightning throughout her entire body.
Instead, he simply breathed on her, his nostrils flaring slightly, his eyes closed, forehead gently pressed to hers.
Her own eyes fluttered closed as well. She reveled in the warmth of his breath, and the intimacy of sharing it with him. This sign of trust gave her more pleasure than any of the most lustful encounters she’d ever had across the entirety of her long existence.
“Whoa…”
The surprised utterance from the bank of the lake startled them both into raising their heads, looking as one to the speaker.
“You’re a centaur,” Ere declared, dropping the firewood he carried in surprise.
Sorin stood beside him with a clutch of hares. Supper would soon be served.
“Yes,” Andros confirmed, releasing her hand.
Immediately, she felt bereft, her fingers still tingling from the warmth of his clasp. Divina mouthed his name soundlessly to try it out, finding that she couldn’t wait to say it out loud.
