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the ruins, with her, he felt power return—uninhibited and raw.
    Her body arched into his. Her breasts pressed against his chest.
    “David,” she moaned. Her fingers gripped his hair. She rubbed her cheek against his face. “I’m a priestess. My calling is to serve and die for the queen’s wishes. I’m not a coincidence in your life.”
    “I don’t know what you are … in my … life.” The statement hung in the air.
    She cupped his face. “Soon it will all be clear. I promise.”
    She gazed at him with troubled eyes, lowered her head and took a deep breath.
    For several long moments, he thought she would turn him down.
    Then she raised her head and her smile said it all. “Now kiss me,” she said, “before I lose my fucking mind.”
     

Chapter Five
     
    David touched a teasing kiss on the corner of her mouth.
    A cozy nest enveloped them under the softened shadows. Their private cocoon embraced all of his body’s wishes and his heart’s desires.
    The shadowy cover of the dark surroundings did a good job to hide the bulk-up of his muscles. The inner beast gifted him with heightened senses, power, and endurance. It retreated to its deep cavern that meshed with his soul. Time for him to man up, something he had no problem delivering on.
    With his body stretching the limits of his clothes, all parts of him ached to be free. His biceps bulged to match the expansion of his chest, thighs, even his neck. The length of his shaft pressed against his pants. He groaned.
    “Take my hand,” she whispered. “Let me touch you.”
    He took Starr’s hand and slid it up and between his thighs. His eyes squeezed shut. Fire shot through him like an electric shock. She pressed her willing fingers to cup his arousal. The small grin threw him over the edge, head first.
    David kissed her again, deliberately aiming for the bow of her bottom lip. Soft and sweet, he devoured her. Without detaching his mouth from hers, he unbuttoned her blouse. Breathing got in the way when he had to come up for air. His eyes never left her face. And her stroking hand never left his cock. She unzipped him, freeing his eager penis that answered her magic touch—growing longer and thicker—until erect, twitching for more than a touch.
    Her blouse displayed a hint of what lay behind her bra. Her skin glistened under the warmness of the temperature. He dropped a tender kiss on her chest, right below her chin. His gaze lingered on her body, watching her heart increase its pump against her skin. He brushed his fingers over her flat stomach. The shiver of her body pleased him.
    He rested his hand over her heart. “Keep your eyes on mine.”
    Her heart thumped so wildly, he was afraid she’d have a heart attack. His fingers continued its play with her abdomen. It trailed the lean ripples of her muscles. Every part of her he wanted to remember for when he returned home and lay in his bed battling insomnia.
    Her breath fluttered with a sexy sigh. Her moans grew deeper, vibrating from well below the abdomen.
    Her black-laced bra surprised him. In a good, bad ass sort of way. With her conservative attire, he’d expected no-nonsense underwear. That’s what he got for assuming. Her clothing choice earned another kiss on her breast. This time, he swirled his tongue over her soft flesh. Now he couldn’t help but wonder about her panties. Eventually, he’d get there.
    The front catch of her bra unfastened easily under his touch. Her breasts popped free with a deliciously sensual bounce. The creamy brown mounds were crested with a quarter-sized dollop of milk chocolate and tight, aroused nipples. His mouth ached for a taste of the treat.
    His thumb grazed a sensitive, taut nub. Her body contracted. He heard the air sucked in between her teeth before a heady giggle escaped.
    His balls tightened. Hell, all of him was wound like a coil, every nerve fiber humming with anticipation. No matter what happened, he would savor and enjoy every precious second with this