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of lightning in his eyes.  If he hadn’t paused and released her, shifted his arm across her shoulders and started walking, they would’ve done it between the porch and the drive.  Her awareness of his proximity and touch increased and by the time they stood beside the pond bank, Celia’s nipples had turned to stone and she’d gone wet, ready for him.
    A light wind blew across the water and created ripples.  She shivered, watching, her body alight with desire.  Earlier, she’d walked down and spread out a thick blanket and added a few pillows in her favorite spot beneath the willows.  She’d brought a few jar candles too and placed them on the big rock nearby.  Their flames danced and flickered as she and Byrd faced each other.
    If she thought it would be fast, she had been wrong.  Byrd’s fingers touched her and slid the thin ribbons of straps down her shoulders with slow intensity.  He caressed her and let his fingers stray to the back of her neck.  The fine hairs rose at his touch and exquisite tremors ran down her spine.  He reached for the bottom of her cami sole and pulled it over her head, baring her breasts.  The discarded scrap of silk dropped to the blanket and Byrd used his long fingers, tipped with sharp nails, to stroke her breasts with gentle motions.  He rubbed each taut nipple between two fingers until the bud enlarged and she thought she’d die from the sensation.   Then he undid her jeans, unzipped them, and jerked them to her ankles.  She kicked out of them as he lowered her panties, then she stepped out of those too, nude and charged with sexual energy.
    Byrd let his right hand stray lower and dip between her legs.  He stroked her pussy with deliberate, indolent fingers and her already -stoked girl parts ached so much she hurt. “Mon dieu!” she whispered. “You’re killing me.”
    “Oh, no,” Byrd whispered back. “I call this loving.”
    “Then love me.” Any lingering inhibitions vanished as he rubbed his hands all over her body, fingers easy and tantalizing across her skin.  He cupped her butt and squeezed it, grunting with approval.  He ran his fingers through her hair after he’d smoothed his palms across her back, even over her belly.  Byrd caught her, hands still tangled in her long locks, and kissed her.
    After the teasing torture he’d meant as foreplay, his mouth against her lips created a firestorm of need and want.  His lips burned hers, hotter than any well-seasoned spice, temperature rising past fever stage.  Byrd’s mouth consumed hers and yet caressed it at the same time.  His lips strayed from hers and nibbled her throat, tast ing the skin on her neck.  His hair tickled her skin as he bent his head to use his tongue on her nipples.  When he suckled, she whimpered, near coming, but she steeled herself to wait, to build the suspense higher.
    He took his time , leaving a love mark on her right breast.  Celia reacted to the slight pressure of his teeth against her sensitive skin by wrapping her arms around him.  She raked her nails down his back and then lowered her hands to hold his ass, pushing him closer against her.  She wanted him inside, now, and couldn’t wait.
    She didn’t have to.  His need matched hers and his body trembled as much as hers, maybe more.  Byrd lowered her to the blanket and descended onto her.  Celia spread her legs wide, eager to receive him and he sank his dick into her with slow, methodical precision.  As he entered, she felt every inch of his cock, savored the way its hard length went deep within.  She tightened her ass to caress his shaft and he moved within her, his up and down rhythm steady.
    They rocked together, each movement filled with sheer and total bliss as her body matched his.  Celia moaned as his man -energy, his immortal power, and his sex overwhelmed her.  He dug deeper and harder as she writhed beneath him, her legs locked in a scissor hold around his torso.  They worked and sought their