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protest he had swept an arm under her knees, behind her back and hefted her up high against his wide chest, carrying her easily to a large blanket that came out of nowhere to flutter lightly to the thick carpet of grass beneath the spreading branches of the oak.
    He lay her down and stretched out beside her, his topaz eyes filled with passion. He trailed a finger across her forehead, pushing aside a strand of hair, then lowered his lips to hers, claiming her in a kiss that sent waves of desire pulsing through her lower body.
    It was a sweet kiss, filled with a gentleness that made her sigh when his mouth left hers. His muscular body was pressed along hers, one heavy leg thrown casually across her thigh, the hard, thick probe of his erection thrusting against her hip.
    "Do you feel how much I want you?" he asked in that sultry tone that brought shivers to her. "He aches to slip inside you, my beloved."
    She reached up to cup his cheek, to lay her palm on his warm skin and he turned his face to place a kiss upon her flesh.
    "I need you," he said.
    "I am here," she said softly.
    "Are you ready for me?"
    She took his hand and placed it on her breast. "Feel my heart pounding for you, the blood rushing through my veins?"
    There was something chilling about the way his eyes flared at her words, something possessive about the way his hand closed over her tender flesh.
    "Aye, my beloved," he said, his voice gruff. "I do indeed."
    He hooked his fingers in the elastic neckline of her peasant blouse and pulled it down to expose her breast. His mouth went to the creamy mound and he drew her nipple deep into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the aching point. Lowering his hand to her skirt, he inched it up until his palm was on the soft inside of her thigh and sliding higher until his fingers snagged the wispy thong between her legs, ripping it as easily as if it had been tissue paper.
    With his mouth working her breast, he moved over her, the heat of his erection suddenly freed from his pants and in the space of one breath, he had impaled her on his shaft—going deep, thrusting hard, claiming her.
    Cathleen dug her fingers into his dark hair and held his head to her as he suckled. His hips were moving rhythmically against her lower body, his cock hard and full. She arched her body up and circled him within the cage of her long legs, grinding her sex against his velvet invasion.
    His mouth moved from her breast and as the first trickle of pleasure began to undulate through her sheath, she felt the bite on her neck and an explosion of light burst over the darkening day.
    Wild fireflies of color danced in the air around her as she looked up through the old oak's branches at the midnight blue sky. Twittering, flitting with fiery afterimages streaking among the leaves, the lights entranced her and only added to the intensity of her climax. The colors burst like vibrant blooms as her body clenched and throbbed, her spasms of delight rocking through her with such vibrancy and force it brought tears to her eyes. Her entire body convulsed around his—her legs tightening more around his lean hips as he drove hard into her one last time and the pain from his bite began to fade.
    Sated in a way that left her completely depleted, she lay there on the soft blanket as he lifted his head and looked down at her, his handsome face in deep shadow now. But his eyes were glowing a soft shade of crimson.
    "Mine," he said then ran his tongue across her neck.
    "Yours," she agreed and closed her eyes, drifting into a calming, soothing sleep.
    * * * *
    Cathleen woke on the sofa just as the doorbell of her new apartment chimed. She sat up—disoriented for a moment—and felt lightheaded. Putting a hand to her forehead, she was a bit dazed as the doorbell sounded again.
    "Coming!" she called out and struggled to get off the sofa.
    Her legs felt wobbly, weak, and as she walked to the door, her world seemed a bit off-kilter, her body encased in cotton batting.