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quickly,
and he wanted to join her, press into her personal space and see if fire lit
her eyes as he approached. His blood boiled, his cock rock-like as she began to
speak.
    “Why don’t you put some clothes on and
I’ll get you...um...you know, outside.”
    She turned on her heels and walked to the
door, glanced down his body before closing it with a soft click. He heard a
soft thud and violent curse. She had landed on the floor again. It was rather amusing,
as she seemed only to do it when he was around. The thought made him grin and
eagerly reach for the clothes that lay neatly folded beside the bed.
    Human clothing was not his strong suit.
It took several minutes for him to figure out what went where and how to put on
the human garment on while sitting down. Then came the zipper. He did not want
to snap that medal thing anywhere near his dick. With a frown and steady hands,
he cautiously locked the little medal teeth of the zipper together. There was a
stupid grin on his face from the sheer triumph. That lasted all of eight
seconds as the jeans began to constrain his erection. How did humans wear the
blasted things? The shirt was scratchy against his skin and when it shifted
over his sore back, he threw it across the room.
    “Are you ready?” Breena’s voice sounded
timidly from the other side of the door.
    “Yes,” he mumbled and shifted so he faced
her. She walked in with a small smile and stopped dead in her tracks. The way her
eyes went wide and that red tongue swiped at her lower lip was mesmerizing. She
seemed to focus on the way the jeans hung low on his fit frame and made a
mental note to gather several pairs of human pants to wear when she was around.
    Her body stiffened and her thighs
squeezed together.
    “Is everything alright?” Was it lust or
something unrelated to the sexual tension that suddenly ignited the air around
them? She nodded and stepped closer. The scent of fresh rain and a hint of
desire filled his nostrils. He wanted to rub against her like a cat and sniff
her skin until he was drunk with the fragrance.
    Breena leaned forward and with some adjustment,
he shifted some of his weight to her. Her smaller arms came around his body and
she inhaled sharply when their skin pressed together. Thame was going to have a
damn orgasm in his pants at this rate. It was a little rocky at first, but once
they found a rhythm they traveled through his door and down the short corridor.
The other door was now ajar and revealed a bedroom that had his erection
straining even further against those metal teeth. He may even have permanent
marks but to see Breena’s bedroom. It had to be hers with photos of Gran and
the lacy bra sticking from a draw. At least, he really hoped it was hers. Her bed was a kick to his sexual appetite. The bed was made, pillows thrown randomly on
top and books galore. A black cat shot out from under the bed and toward the
open double doors.
    They stumbled through that opening which
revealed the beauty that made Inis Mór so unique. The house sat on a large plot
of land with fields all around it. Rock walls littered the green landscape
along with a few horses. The beach was visible along with a vast amount of the Irish
Sea and the distant shore of Ireland. All of it was observed with Breena’s soft
hands on him. Thame inhaled so deeply, he coughed for several seconds. When he
caught his breath, she stared at him with her brows knit in concern. “I’m well.”
he ensured.
    A long awning that kept the sun off his
entire body covered the swing beside the door. He landed with a soft thump on
the yellow cushions and shifted so his face was close to hers. Her hands still
touched him, one at his back and one at his chest. Their breaths mingled in the
fresh air. Her chest began to rise and fall quicker as their eyes locked. She
seemed to lose that fiery strike, replaced with a look of unfound passion and
innocence.
    It was a moment in time he wanted to
freeze, to remember and replay every