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the other delved between her thighs, stroked her clit.
    The blunt tip of his cock nudged her opening, and Julia spread her legs wider, lifted her ass. Mewing with need, she felt him slide inside slowly. The first inch was exquisite torture. Her body ready to receive him but the wide head of his cock stretched her almost to the point of pain.  
    His fingers tightened on her hips, and she heard a low rumble from his chest. The animalness of that sound had her nipples tightening and a fresh wave of moisture eased his way deeper into her body. He pulled her back, slid her down his length slowly so that she appeared to be fucking him and not the other way around.
    Julia shivered, gasped as the steel length of him throbbed and pulsed within her most intimate, swollen flesh. Then she was begging, pleading with him to move, to fuck her in earnest.  
    A laugh, a chuckle that was pure male satisfaction, and then he started to move.
    He took her from behind, a great, heaving beast that thrust deep and buried himself in her body. Braced on hands and knees, she urged him on, pushed back to meet each stroke until their skin was slick with sweat and the sound of their love making echoed off of the walls.  
    Julia had just enough time to realize they were kneeling in the center of a enormous stone structure, the walls worn smooth with age, and then her orgasm slammed into her, great pulls of pleasure that started in her womb and rippled out to her limbs.
    He fucked her through her climax, mercilessly riding her until the last of the tremors passed. Only then, did he take his pleasure, lifting his head and roaring his release to the sky.

THE RUINS

    Julia woke to the sound of the minotaur’s release echoing in her ears. It was full morning, the soft tropical light filtering in through the open windows. She watched the fan spinning lazily above the bed and enjoyed the anticipation of knowing today was the day.  
    There was a notable dampness between her thighs as she got out of bed and headed for the shower. Her first wet dream had been a surprise, her orgasm powerful enough that it woke her from a deep sleep. Over time, she’d come to look forward to those mornings when she woke, her body satiated from a night of pleasure that was no less fulfilling for having taken place in the dark recesses of her mind.  
    In dreams, there were no limits to what her mind could conjure.
    Julia showered quickly. Digging around in her luggage, she opted for a tank top and skort and matched it with a pair of sturdy hiking boots. The boots were old and scuffed, but they had been a gift from her father, and she couldn’t bring herself to replace them.
    Her pack was waiting by the door. Slinging it over one shoulder, she headed downstairs where Suri promised to have food and water waiting for her along with her ride.
    “All ready to go, I see,” Brad said. Taking her pack, he tossed it in the back of the jeep beside a smaller bag before climbing behind the wheel. “Here.”
    Julia accepted the paper bag. “What’s this?”
    “Ms. Black didn’t think you would want to wait to have breakfast,” Brad explained as they pulled away from the Big House.
    Julia dug into the bag, moaning in pleasure with the first bite of savory breakfast sandwich.  
    Confident Brad knew where they were going, she enjoyed watching the scenery as it passed by. Much as Suri had said, the way to the ruins was a maze of twists and turns that led them inland before switching back on itself and taking them toward the water.
    The day promised to be warm and Julia was glad she had decided on the skort instead of the protective length of cargo pants. The boots would protect her feet and, more importantly, her ankles as she crawled over rocks, but it was a sure bet she’d come home tonight with more than one bruise.  
    Fifteen minutes later, Brad pulled onto the nonexistent shoulder and cut the engine. “There’s a path to the beach through there,” he said and pointed at a