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his future. He held back his own happiness in seeing her so taken in by their home.
    “And yet we know nothing of each other.”
    “I will tell you anything, show you everything . Y ou need only ask.”
    “I need more than just faith in a legend .”
    “I am a legend, Layla. Most humans believe my species to be only legend and yet I exist. Touch me,” Madden’s fingers grasped Layla’s and moved them to his ches t. “I am but a legend and still I am the truth.”
    “It’s too much. Can’t we talk about t his later?” Layla moved away from Madden to look out a window across the room.
    “We need to talk, to learn about each other. You can’t walk away from this. You do understand that, right?”
    “Yes. I understand, Madden. I am not an idiot,” Layla scrubbed her hand over her face and worked to calm the emotions rolling in her stomach, “I’m sorry. I know I’m not making this perfect. I know I’m ruining everything.”
    “You have ruined nothing,” Madden attempted to reassure Layla.
    “ I’m tired, Madden. I just want to rest in my own home with my sisters,” Layla looked up at Madden with imploring eyes . She hoped he would understand without her pleading with him to return her.
    “You will rest here with me in your new home.”
    Layla recognized the resolve in Madden’s voice. She moved to the be d, took a pillow into her arms and curled herself around it , taking up only a small corner of the very large bed she would share with Ma dden. In her mind, she understood this was as it should be. Of course, her mother was right , but n ow she needed to get her heart in alignment.
    As she lay there, she felt the bed dip and Madden’s arms circle her in an embrace. He pulled her into him and held her as she drifted off to slee p. The last thing she heard was Madden’s soft voice, his breath on her ear, “Have faith in me, Layla l ove, and you need not have faith in the legend.”
     
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    Layla came awake to a marvelous sensation between her thighs that had her moaning . She recalled the dinner they’d shared on the patio the evening before, overlooking magnificent fields of grapes. His housekeeper had laid out a full spread of delicacies for them before she left for the evening. They enjoyed them and each other, talked for hours and watched as the sun set over the vineyard. And she recalled retiring to bed again after dinner and being taken by Madden again, this time with more strength that she matched readily . Layla was again amazed by w hat this man — this legend — did to her.
    “Madden,” she purred.
    “My l ove,” his words were but a breath against her moist folds as he only paused to respond before returning to his feast.
    “This is a wonderful way to wake me.” Her stomach cramped as tightness began building. Her pussy clenched at the fingers she felt entering her oh-so slowly and spasm ed to grab hold and pull them in deeper.
    “Then it is what I will do every morning.” Madden increased the pressure of his fingers until he pressed deeper inside he r . T hen he lick ed the edges of her core with his tongue in such tortuously gentle thrusts that Layla wanted more. No, she needed more. “I need more. Please, Madden,” Layla could hear the pleading in her own voice and knew Madden could hear it as well. Still he removed his fingers a nd she moaned as her need for him rose higher.
    “Te ll me what you need, Layla l ove. T ell me what I can give you.” His tongue pump ed in and out of her pussy , leaving Layla to imagine his cock doing the same, to imagin e the stretch and fullness that left her so content. She was panting and shaking with need , s o wet, her juices leaked from her along her thighs.
    Layla knew what she needed most from Madden , but she couldn’t speak the words. To voice her needs and prove to him that she truly needed his touch was too much, too soon. “Please, Madden.” She was so wet, so hot and her pussy was so sensitive, it near ly hurt with