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were sticky with her come, he
felt compelled to cover her breasts. After all, he didn’t want her getting
cold. The moment he spread his fingers over them, however, compassion and
consideration changed into something else.
    Splayed out by gravity, her breasts were nevertheless
incredible organs. They were hers, he could touch them only when she gave him
the right, but he’d taken her virginity. He’d showed her the meaning of
climax—a damn simple task—and now she wanted to tell him about her people and
their fears, whatever that meant. She knew what his cock felt like inside her
cunt and in her hand.
    That made them, what? The word soulmates flitted
through his mind, but that was way too heavy. Too dangerous.
    In the space of what couldn’t be more than a heartbeat, she
went from out cold to sitting up. Alarmed, he reached for her, but she was
already on her hands and knees, not because she was leaving him but because…
    Although she was still putting her mind back together, Maia
had been aware of what was happening on the other side of the hill. There’d
just been a great whooshing sound, almost an explosion, and now the night sky
was becoming brighter, redder. The fire arch The Lady had told her about had
been lit. Soon it would be time for her and Taurus to step under it, but they
still had a few minutes—maybe enough time for her to make him hers, at least a
little bit.
    She turned around. He was on his back, staring up at her,
his arms reaching for her. His seed-maker put her in mind of a shaft stuck into
the ground, only it was coming from him, not the earth.
    Positioning herself so her legs were outside his, she rocked
over his organ until her baby-place was directly over it. She’d felt him inside
her before, it shouldn’t be such a soul-changing prospect to have it happen
again, and yet she couldn’t get enough air into her lungs.
    Down, down, down she came. She moved as slowly as she could
because she wanted to draw out the experience for both of them. The tip of his
organ pressed against her opening and seemed to hang up there. Although she’d
never done it before, she used her hand to move her flesh out of the way. He
slid in.
    “Good grief, woman.”
    Grief was something no one wanted, but Taurus didn’t appear
to be in pain. In fact, he seemed interested in nothing except pushing even
more of himself into her. She accommodated him by widening her stance, lowering
herself onto him and sucking him into her. The two bags of flesh where she’d
been told a man’s seed was stored pressed against her bottom. It felt
wonderful.
    He couldn’t pump into her the way he’d done before because
he wasn’t in the right position. However, she was.
    Rather pleased with herself for having figured that out, she
lifted her head so she could study the red-tinted sky. She rested her hands on
his ribs for leverage and began moving her hips up and down. His hands settled
over her thighs, not in a punishing way but not gentle either. Down against him
she went. When she’d gone as far as she could and his seed sacs pressed harder
against her, she stayed there for several heartbeats. He felt so big inside
her.
    When she straightened and drew away, she brought his organ
with her. Keeping him inside her called for concentration, no easy thing since
his skin gliding against hers had become like small, continuous lightning
strikes.
    She’d been sent to this time and place to claim Taurus and
take him back with her. But tonight, right now, was all she could think about.
    Tiny lightning strikes were good. Delicious. Like the finest
food only countless times better. Her skin, not just where his seed-bearer was
touching, became hotter and hotter and was so sensitive she might have felt the
weight of a single grain of sand.
    She forgot who she was, couldn’t remember what it felt like
to be separate from him. His seed-bearer was amazing. Like a predator after
prey, it effortlessly trapped her. But she had no desire to break