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awakened all her senses.
    As he rubbed her breasts, his mouth—hot and demanding—smoothed over her lips. The friction sent the heat of awareness through her and her mouth swelled as he kissed her hard.
    “You taste as sweet as those berries you took from my food bag last night.” He breathed against her face as he lifted his lips from hers.
    Berries, yes, they’d been delicious. Red, ripe strawberries. Her favorite. They’d been plump, sweet and so addictive. She hadn’t been able to stop eating them.
    She’d barely been able to make it back to her fern bed last evening. The one she’d made so she would be hidden by a wall of protective lush greenery. There, after eating more of the berries, she’d fallen fast asleep and slipped into a red-hazed world of carnal pleasure. A world where she’d dreamed he’d tied her wrists and ankles. Where he’d kissed her so passionately the heat slamming through her body had almost made her combust.
    Kinley smiled as she gazed into his dark eyes. He would never hurt her in this world. Here she was safe. An intoxicating glitter of amusement and desire flared in his black eyes as she arched her back and pushed her breasts harder into his palms. She loved the pressure he used with his hands and her nipples tingled as he brushed them.
    Soon her lower abdomen clenched with exquisite need. Wet lust drenched the area between her thighs and she shuddered with a sweet, desperate longing to have him covering her body with his. She ached to have him filling her, impaling her so they could become one.
    He lay beside her, his magnificent, sun-kissed body turned in such a way to allow his hands to roam her breasts and for him to bend his head to kiss her.
    He looked exquisite sitting so close to her. A man who, in reality, most likely wanted to kill her for stabbing his friend. Yet in this dream he wouldn’t kill her. He could only bring her the pleasure she craved.
    Her gaze dropped to his breechcloth, or maybe cockcloth would be a more appropriate term. He possessed a very pleasing bulge, which strained to be free. Just as she yearned to break free.
    “You wish to touch me,” he said softly and her gaze snapped back to his amused grin. To those black lust-filled eyes that made her insides long for him.
    “Reach out, my beautiful female. Reach and take me into your palms as I have taken you.” He nodded to where he was brushing her pert, swollen nipples.
    “Do to me as I do to you. Pleasure me,” he ordered, his voice becoming strained and hoarse.
    When she reached out, her fingers trembled. But why when she wanted him so badly?
    Tentatively touching the clothed cock, she gasped as his erection twitched and strained toward her. He inhaled sharply at her touch and she smiled to herself. Yes he wanted her, just as badly as she wanted him.
    The strings at the sides of his bronze waist held him from view. She pulled on one side and the string opened just as easily as the ones that had held her breasts from his view.
    Huh, she didn’t remember him lowering her top.
    Oh well, this is just a dream anyway.
    A hot, scorching dream that had her panting and loving his touch. As she drew his cloth away, his cock sprang free like a giant, swollen serpent and she focused on his length.
    Kinley swallowed at his enormous width and shivered at the intoxicating, smooth, plum-shaped cock head. She exhaled slowly. How would his immense size be able to slide into her?
    A red, lusty haze swirled through her senses and her hunger for sex grew. Wildfire ignited her body as she cradled his big erection. Smooth, silky power surged against her fingers and he groaned softly. His eyes closed, his body tensed with arousal as she wrapped his swollen cock in her fist and squeezed gently, enjoying the heat searing into her palms. She struggled to gather her thoughts as one of his hands left her breasts and smoothed over her appendicitis scar.
    “Keep touching me, wild beauty,” he croaked.
    She did as he asked.