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She disentangled her hand and shifted it to press against his shoulder.
“We have three days, don’t we?” Smiling, she rolled him onto his back and prowled on top of him.
She leaned forward, nibbled his earlobe, and shifted upright, straddling him. His fingers brushed her stomach as they hooked under the iridescent fabric, then slowly eased it down. As he bared her most private flesh, she felt embarrassment surface but drove it back.I have only three days, and I will enjoy every moment.
The fabric shimmered to nothingness. His hand stroked from her navel, downward. Her ragged sigh turned to a low moan as he dipped inside her. His intimate touch triggered a longing so powerful she nearly cried out. She couldn’t stand it anymore. She needed him. She had needed him all her life.
Raising her body, she positioned him then plunged downward, capturing him inside her. The feel of his iron-hard strength dragging along the slick walls of her vagina nearly sent her screaming over the edge of ecstasy. His cock, so willingly captured within her, nudged at her womb. This was masculine power in its purest form, controlled by her and pleasing her.
She lifted, then surged downward again. He filled her like no man ever had, in a way that promised an ecstasy she’d never known. She felt his hands around her hips and a gentle motion as he rolled her over. His dark gaze, filled with an agonizing tenderness, held hers as his hips pivoted back and forth, driving his hardness deeper and deeper.
“Oh, Zurvan,” she moaned.
A golden force built within her, surging upward, setting every cell afire. With each thrust it rose higher and higher.
“Zurvan,” she cried again.
“I’m with you, my darling.”
She clung to him as together they burst into orgasmic flames.
As she floated back to this world she felt his hands on her back, gentle, caressing. He rolled onto his side, taking her with him. Her head nestled in the crook of his neck.
She felt secure with his arm tucked around her and the warmth of his body the length of hers. How wonderful it would be to stay this way forever.
Conscious thought slipped away.
Chapter 4
Drifting back through the haze of sleep, Celeste felt warm and secure, snuggled in the warmth of a strong embrace. Awareness of a hard chest against her cheek and curly hair tickling her nose slowly brought her to full wakefulness.
She smiled. Zurvan.
She opened her eyes to see him propped on one elbow staring down at her. Moonlight illuminated his handsome features, and the intensity of his dark gaze astonished her. Concern arched through her and she reached up and touched his whisker-roughened cheek with her fingertips.
“What’s wrong?”
“I promised you the greatest pleasure you will ever experience.”
“Yes, I remember.” She grinned at the memory of the intensely erotic orgasm she had shared with him. “Thank you.”
He returned her smile and nuzzled her neck. “I think it’s time I delivered on that promise.”
She plucked at a lock of his long silky black hair. “Umm… I think you already did that.”
“No, I was too caught up in my own pleasure. I intend to show you what real pleasure can be.”
At his words, her heart raced and excitement zinged through her. “That seemed pretty real to me.”
He drew the covers down, exposing their naked bodies. Despite the warm night air, goose bumps pebbled her flesh as his gaze lingered on her curves. He pushed himself to a sitting position, cross-legged, set a pillow on his legs, and drew her head onto the pillow. He stroked from her neck down her chest to her belly, then up and around the curve of her breasts, back to where he started, completing a circle. A tingling started in her body, rippling from his touch outwards.
He repeated his caress, enlarging the circle. His fingertips brushed the swell of her breasts, slid down to her lower belly, then back up. Tingles turned to tremors, quaking the length of her.
His fingertips brushed her nipples, moved down her belly, and sent tremors dancing along her flesh. He brushed the soft, outer flesh of her womanhood, then travelled upward again. Her legs opened, inviting. She yearned for him to touch her more intimately. He brushed her breasts again and she longed to slide his hands over her breasts, to press into the warmth of his palms.
This time, on the downward journey, his fingers slipped into her folds briefly. She moaned at the sweet need he aroused, triggering molten heat to liquefy within her. He continued his caresses until her craving for him became a painful need.
“Zurvan, let’s make love.”
