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Electricity crackled on the air, lightning streaked across the sky, and thunder rolled loud and long. Dion suppressed a sigh. His family was so overly dramatic! Ignoring the show they were putting on, he scooped Patty into his arms and carried her inside.
     
    There were no words between them. Patty found she couldn’t speak even when she tried. Blood hummed through her veins, her skin burned, and she knew the only one who could soothe her body and soul was the man who was now stripping her out of her clothing. When she was bare before him, she felt no embarrassment, no shyness, only a freedom she’d never known in her life with any other man. Then she found herself pulling at his clothing, helping him out of them, and when he was naked, she gasped.
    His body was a work of art. Sculpted, was the word that came to her mind. Sculpted by a talented artist. Not even the David was so finely crafted, she thought, and then frowned when she imagined she heard a smug, self-satisfied chuckle echoing in the distance. Something was very different about Dion. It was something she wasn’t sure she wanted to know, yet it was something she badly wanted to ask. And she would.
    Later. Much, much later.
     
    His large hands were impossibly gentle when they touched her. Caressing her cheek, he cupped her face and bent to press his lips to hers. They sizzled again, and again, thunder boomed. Dion didn’t seem to notice the sounds as he urged her mouth open and swept his tongue inside. Oh, this was the kiss she’d dreamed of, this was the kiss she’d read about. This was the kiss that had her knees shaking and she wasn’t sure she’d be able to continue standing. As if he’d read her mind, Dion wrapped his arms around her, lifting her to him, holding her against his hard, yet velvety soft body.
    She shivered as the kiss continued. If she died now, she’d di e s o happy! Her kiss was heady and warm and sweet, like fine wine. And like fine wine, it went straight to his head. Both of them. Never had he been turned on like this, never had the want been so wrapped up in such need, and not just physically, either.
    There was something moving through him that went deeper and deeper, until it had wrapped itself around his soul. Desire rose up in him, but this time it wasn’t a beast seeking to be fed; it wasn’t driving him, it was leading him. It was moving him to give more of himself than just his body, and while somewhere his mind questioned such an outrageous thought, trying to analyze it, his heart had taken over. Never had his heart been involved in any of the activities his body had indulged in; never had his soul sat up and taken notice. Yet, here, now, with her, not only was his mind and body engaged in a single pursuit, his heart and soul were also fully involved.
    Laying her back on the bed, he switched on the reading light. Not enough to invade the intimacy they were sharing, but enough so that he could see her, so that he could look into her eyes. So she could see him. He wanted her to know him, wanted her to look into his eyes. Could she see his soul there? Would his heart be visible to her now?
    She looked like an angel as she lay looking up at him. His heart banged hard against his chest as he came down beside her. He gazed at her, softly stroking her cheek with his fingers, and one thought loomed in his mind. This was the woman for him. His. She was his. The decision came simply in that moment, without preamble, without fear, without question.
    Kissing her again, he moved his hands over her body, over her smooth, silky skin. Her tits were lush, luscious, and he feasted on her nipples, while his hands continued to roam on their own. Moving over her belly, over her hips, down her thigh, and back up her inner thigh to the V of downy hair. Her legs parted and his fingers dipped into her pussy.
    The musky scent wafted into his nostrils and sent desire curling through his body until it gripped his balls. His cock was so hard it hurt