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“Eve.” The word held a hint of anguish.

Heat pulsed between her legs, craving his touch. With her gaze never leaving his, she crouched and lay down amidst the mounds of material. “Take me, Alexander.” Her words were brazen, wicked, sinful; but she didn’t care. “I’m yours. Only yours.”

Like a man possessed, he tore at his clothes until he was naked.

She had never seen such a glorious sight.

When he pressed his body on top of hers, she thought she would melt from the fire coursing through her.

He claimed her lips as he rubbed against her, his tongue dancing with hers, their mouths mating.

“I will never let you go,” he said as he moved to lavish her breasts with equal attention.

It was all too much — exquisite pleasure mingled with an agonising longing. She needed something more from him, something she couldn’t explain in words.

“Alexander, please.”

“Oh, God, Eve. I will die if I don’t have you soon.”

He moved back up to claim her mouth, used his knee to push her legs apart and she felt him nudge against the intimate place where the fire burned and pulsed.

“I’ll be careful. I’ll … holy hell,” he gasped as he pushed inside her.

“Oh,” she breathed. Swallowing hard, she clutched at the muscles in his back, wrapped her legs around him as he edged deeper.

It felt heavenly, divine. She felt whole, complete.

Then he was kissing her again, his tongue in her mouth, moving down to her breasts as he thrust past her virginity. She cried out, the sound drifting up into the night and he stilled as she grew accustomed to the feel of him.

The rush of pure emotion made her want to cry. She wanted to show him how much she cared for him, how much this moment meant to her.

“I love you,” she whispered as he moved back and forth inside her, knowing that in doing so she exposed her soul, had laid it bare.

“You’re mine,” he growled as he pounded deeper and deeper, the rhythmical slapping teasing her senses. “Forever, always.”

She moved with him, let him control the pace, let him claim what he needed as she relished in the feel of the bulging muscles in his arms. The need to claim him in return, to have him at her mercy, burned inside her.

“Show me,” she said, between breathless pants. “Show me how to make you mine. Show me how to claim you.”

Alexander stilled. The feel of her sweet body hugging his cock made him reluctant to withdraw, but he could not deny both his surprise and fascination at her request.

He glanced over his shoulder. “We’ll need to move,” he said almost groaning aloud when he slid out of her warmth and moved back to lean against the trunk of the cherry tree.

Her eyes grew wide as her gaze fell to his jutting length. “Sit astride me,” he commanded, and she crawled over to him and straddled his thighs. It took all his effort not to take the rosy peak of her deliciously round breast into his mouth, but he concentrated on positioning himself at her entrance. “Sit on me. Lower yourself down, but do it slowly.”

Gripping his shoulders with both hands, Evelyn did as he asked, impaling herself as she took the length of him deep inside.

“Oh, God,” he cried throwing his head back against the trunk. “Take me, Eve. Take me as your own.” He gripped her hips and directed her movements until she found a rhythm.

Without the comfort of a mattress, it made it difficult for him to thrust up into her and he was left to rely on her to stimulate him.

With his hands cupping her buttocks, he watched the enchanting display. The night was clear; the moon’s muted rays brushed her skin. Her hair had come loose and hung wildly about her shoulders. Her lips were swollen and parted as her breathing became ragged. The moist sound that accompanied their joining was the sweetest song he’d ever heard and he knew nothing else in his life had ever matched the magnificence of this moment.

“Lean over me a little,” he said, and he took her nipple in his mouth, used his fingers to rub against her as she slid up and down his length.

He struggled to hold back as her hips moved more erratically. The coil of desire wound tighter and tighter and he knew it would not be long before she found her release.

Amidst the soft moans, she whispered his name, bucked and writhed, and he grabbed her hips and rocked her back and forth, desperate to maintain the rhythm.


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