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been able to spot him.
    Her creamy skin glowed in the darkness, smooth and satiny, flushed and glistening, from the dip in the pool. He watched as she slid her fingers between her rounded thighs and began strumming the damp petals of her womanhood.
    Moonlight reflected off the juices seeping from her body, the fragrance as rare as the gold orchid. His cock stiffened like a ramrod. Eros moaned in discomfort. He removed the pistol she’d dropped earlier from his waistband, letting it fall to the weeds. The weapon had no place near his woman.
    Her body rippled, slinking with each tantalizing feminine vibration.
    She was killing him.
    He shook as he tried to maintain the energy surge he’d sent out to ward off the nearby predators so that she’d be protected in the water. Her wild scent called out, beckoning him to mount her, mate with her, possess her.
    Eros wrapped his hand around his throbbing cock, his fingers subconsciously mirroring her movements, pumping furiously. The scene before him was too much.
    She was too much.
    He had to force himself to stay in the shadows, when everything inside told him to go to her, plunge inside, fuck her mindless. He held his breath, stroking himself harder and faster. Like he wanted to be thrusting inside the woman. He imagined her hot sheath closing around his cock, gripping.
    She continued with her frantic undulations, her fingers slick from her probing. Rounded hips pumped against her hand as she reached her peak. She moaned in release at the same time he spilled his seed.
    Eros groaned. His body jerked violently, lean muscles bunching in taut lines as he ejaculated. Semen jettisoned out over his hand and onto the ferns below, leaving him hot and sticky.
    He couldn’t seem to catch his breath. His lungs heaved with the effort and his vision blurred. He shuddered as his cock began to lose some of its hardness. Still he gripped himself, wishing the woman held him instead, refusing to let go of the lingering sensation.
    The woman was a sorceress.
    Not since he was a young man had he been so careless, so out of control. Eros fisted his hands in frustration. He didn’t like the fact that this woman already had a firm hold on him. The seer had withheld that information. After a couple of agonizing gasps, he slowed his breathing.
    Eros watched her breasts rise and fall, their fullness jiggling with each breath. The movement held him spellbound. He longed to lap at the pale globes, swirl his tongue around the rosy peaks until her arousal consumed her once again. Just thinking about it had him growing hard once again.
    He vowed the next time she cried out in pleasure, it would be his name forming on her lips.
    He’d make sure of it.
    Eros turned away from the woman, unable to gaze upon her naked form any longer. His massive body trembled as he fought the urge to seize.
    Unconcerned with being heard, he made his way through the jungle, snapping limbs and vines along his route with his powerful hands. He walked a few yards further, then wailed, letting out a warrior’s battle cry. The action released all remaining pent up tension from his body.
    Vision be damned, he wasn’t waiting any longer.

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    Rachel’s breathing remained choppy as she gradually floated back to reality. She slowed her movements down to a few quick strokes, the kind you’d give a cat.
    She laughed and brought her arms up and covered her eyes, grasping her elbows and inhaling deeply. The musky smell of sex on her fingers swamped her, the unmistakable odor wafted around mingling with the flowers, permeating the area.
    She sighed, contented.
    Something crashed near the edge of the trees. Rachel leapt up, her hands flying immediately to protect her exposed flesh. She reached around in the grass, found the light and flicked it on, but its beam was unable to penetrate more than a few feet.
    The darkness pressed in around her, surrounding, encircling and immovable. She tossed the light down and grabbed her clothes,