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fingers pressed gently but firmly around her hips, halting any sort of flight. This close, her aroma swirled around them making a pocket of pure erogenous decadence. He finally could touch her skin. She was pliable and full, like a woman should be. Her body curved and dipped in all the places it should. The satin of her gown flowed over her physique; clinging to her beauty and showcasing a sensual alter for which he planned to worship.
    “Don’t be afraid. This is for you, all for you.” He whispered against her skin.
    He slowly let the strap of her gown fall down her shoulder, leaving skin exposed for his lips. When he thoroughly touched every inch of one side, he moved to the next. She felt her skin become alive from his touch and her body began to beg for more. Her pulse continued to beat erratically, but somehow, it changed reason from fear to desire without her even knowing it.
    He lifted her easily and laid her down on a cushion of soft earth with a natural pillow of green, giving her body plushness and comfort as she looked at her aggressor. His body was fashioned as if carved from stone. His long torso was colored golden, as if it had not spent much time in the darkness. The definition of his muscles from his shoulders, down over his pectorals and beyond, were as if his creator was exceptionally gifted with a chisel. The light spray of hair that covered his chest and created a trail of happiness down below his navel and lower, looked soft and inviting. As his waist dipped inward, the muscles of his abdominals constricted, showing that much more of hard sexy male.
    She closed her eyes enjoying the feel of his perusal. Soon his fingers began their participation in the preparation of their tryst.
    “You are a beautiful goddess who deserves a humble servant, such as myself, to tend to your every desire.”
    She yearned to touch him but each pass she made with her hands, when they should have connected with him, just waved through warm air.
    He started at her toes and began a journey of kisses and licks up over her arch, past her calf, onward to her knee, her lush thigh and beyond. As soon as he reached the glory land, he left her to give the other leg the same sensual torture as the first.
    Her body began to prep for its connection to his. Those hands, lips, and tongue, were weaving a web of arousal that she never wanted to break from. Her body responded with moisture and want.
    “Who are you?” She breathed. She watched as a smile as bright as the “big bang” overtook his face and he lowered those soft warm lips to her exposed hip again.
    “You know who I am. Your body knows my touch. Your body knows my scent. Your body knows what only I can make you feel.” He said with his erotic and musical voice. He slowly and sensually crawled up her body so that his lips were now only a scant few inches from hers.
    For the first time, she looked into his eyes. Eyes that she would know anywhere. Their clear blue coloring that marked the gateway to his soul. The light brown lashes that surrounded the blue gems were full and long.
    She looked at him at length, trying to find answers where only clear blue pools looked back at her. How could this be? He looked at her as if they have been lovers for ages. His knowledge of her body’s wants indicated a vast amount of study time. She tried to push at him, but once again, her hand only touched warm air.
    “Don’t push me away. You know you want me here as much as I want you here.” He whispered, as warmth spread from his lips to her neck as they made contact.
    Her fear began to rise, escalating to panic quickly.
    His attempts to soothe her only increased her need to escape.
    “I need to leave. I need to get out of here.” She said, more to herself than to him. She levered up into a sitting position, quickly getting to her feet and running in the small circular space. Muttering to herself to find her way out, the panic began to strangle her, causing even her cries of despair