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the phases of the moon. No on had figured it out.
    She went through her routine washing her face
with the special cleanser, drying it thoroughly, and then putting
on the moisturizer. She took a good long look in the mirror and
wondered what Adonis thought of her. Thinking of him was a good
distraction from the stress and worry she had felt every minute of
every day since her baby had been taken. She’d stalled long enough.
Her nightgown was covered with her fluffy robe and he wouldn’t see
a thing. She went out to the room to tell him he could go now.
    He was relaxed on his bed his long frame
stretched out but relaxed sans shirt. He was watching a show, from
the laughter she heard it must be a comedy. He smiled then looked
up and their gazes caught and held. Her heart beat sped up and heat
raced through her veins. She was burning up and he was the cause.
He stood and walked toward her slowly like a jungle cat stalking
its prey. When he reached her, he stopped so close he almost
touched her. She could feel heat and strength radiate out from him.
She felt need, dark and dangerous swell inside her. She was so
tempted to reach out and stroke his naked chest with her hands.
    She held back watching and waiting to see
what he would do next. Slowly, so slowly it was painful, his hand
reached out to stroke her cheek. His hand was warm and it trembled.
She pressed against it hoping it would just stay there for a while.
He moved in closer and now we were touching barely. His hand moved
around to the back of my head and as his lips dropped down toward
mine, his hand pulled me in too. The tingle that shot through me as
our lips met was shocking. Her lips parted and stayed that way as
if expecting to receive something. He gently kissed her and then he
pressed harder and his tongue impaled her mouth. Her tongue reached
out hesitantly touching his and he stroked it. This couldn’t be
real!
    It felt like a fantasy come to life and she
must be dreaming. His hands stroked her up under her satiny gown
and she melted into him. Lucy was losing control and she liked it.
His lips and tongue plundered and claimed and suddenly she was
naked and she felt cool air on her. His mouth moved down her neck
and she felt a pinch, his eyes glowed like a vampire in a B flick.
That told her she must be dreaming because no one’s eyes glowed.
Lucy would have heard it on the news if the god’s eyes glowed.
Everyone would be talking about that. This was just an erotic
dream, she thought as he lay her down on her bed. She hadn’t had
sex or a dream about sex in a year, maybe more.
    He stripped his clothing as she watched with
interest. What would her dream imagine his body to be like?
Perfect, well-muscled and humongously, if that even a word, hung.
Lucy choked a little at the thought of accepting so much even in a
dream. She decided to buck up, if she dreamed it, she could take
it. At least she hoped she wouldn’t wake up screaming in pain. She
was relaxing, she felt almost drugged she was so relaxed. He joined
her on the bed and he was stretched out on top of her. Lucy was
getting use to the glowing eyes that examined every inch of
her.
    He kissed her again but not gently. No, this
time he was like an animal and it awoke that side of her. They
kissed hungrily, tasting each other as though they were starved. He
pulled back and started kissing his way down to her breasts. He
made it to them and sucked in one tasty berry sized nipple then the
next. He moaned in delight and she shivered. He bit down lightly
and her nipple seemed to grow longer. He moved back and forth
between the two, arousing her until she feared she would burst with
need.
    His fingers moved lower testing her readiness
and finding her drenched. He moaned in approval and shifted above
her lining up their bodies. He slowly sank into her inch by
pleasurable inch until his balls slapped her ass. They both groaned
as he just paused so they could enjoy the wonderful feeling of
being joined as deeply