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He was centaur.
And yet, as her heart thundered and her pulse raced, Divina realized rather deliriously that she didn’t care.
She wantedhim.
“Divina.”
Her eyes shot back to his face as the sound of that smooth baritone made her skin break out in goosebumps.
Oh, she was in so much trouble! When his voice made her wetter than the lake she was submerged up to the tops of her boobs in.
“Uh…” she stalled, trying to form words with her recalcitrant tongue.
It wanted to hang out of her mouth like Chewie’s did, so she could pant with lust and drool to her heart’s content.
“I won’t hurt you,” he said in that low, silky-as-sin voice that made her clit throb so insistently she had to squeeze her thighs together and bite the inside of her cheek.
“Huh?” was her immensely eloquent response.
“You are staring at me. You look…frightened. I would never hurt you. Do not worry.”
He took a step toward her, and she swam a step back to maintain distance between them. She didn’t know what she’d do if he came within arm’s length. Probably attack him like a hungry lioness.
Raaawwwwrrrrrr.
He stopped advancing immediately, his eyes shimmering with something like pain.
“I am not like the others,” he said low.
“What?” she asked inanely, her brain having left the premises the moment his upper body had cut through the lake’s surface as a man.
Like a mighty titan of raw beauty and power.
“The centaurs. The humans hate and fear them. I heard you talking. Do not fear me, little female.”
Little female.
Divina shivered with delight at his words.
He was merely indicating her stature and sex, but somehow, she heard a possessiveness and protectiveness in his tone. She practically purred with pleasure.
“Don’t you worry,” she muttered beneath her breath. “Fear has nothing to do with it.”
“Then why are you so far away? Why do you no longer touch and pet me?”
Her eyes rounded, and her mouth dropped open again.
But he was regarding her without insinuation, without the slightest hint of sexual overture.
Only innocence shone in his sooty-lashed eyes. And a hint of hurt. The sort she saw in Chewie’s eyes when he accidentally did something naughty and she was mad at him.
“Oh,” she breathed, staring unblinkingly up at him.
This beautiful creature had no inkling what he was doing to her libido. None at all.
But he was a full-grown male. In every possible sense of the word. And to hear the humans talk, centaurs were known for their lusty, uncontrolled appetites. Despoilers of virgins and all that.
Apparently, not this one.
