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gloriously muscled arms alone.
With his hands on the rock, he hauled himself up, reached down and lifted her onto the flat stone next to him. Water sluiced down his legs and his laughter rang out and echoed all around. “I haven’t had this much fun in ages.”
“Neither have I, although we should return soon.” She wrung out her long locks then picked up the trailing ends of her shift and squeezed the water from it. “Father and I always break our fast together. He’ll know I’m missing afore too long.”
“Then I thank you for spending the night with me.” He caught her hand, pressed it against his thumping heartbeat. “I’ll forever remember this day.”
“So will I.” Spreading her fingers over his flesh, she reveled in the heat he emitted. His wet tunic clung to his heavily muscled chest and a smattering of hair, as dark as his head, showed through the white linen. She slid one finger into the gap between the loosened ties of the V neckline then trailed down between the contoured planes of his belly. His rigid abs tightened under her touch and his heat blasted toward her, made her want to wriggle even closer. Oh, and now that she’d started touching him again, she couldn’t stop. She swished along his trim waist, a raw and hungry need rearing to full and vibrant life within her. She wanted him, wanted more.
* * * *
Tor closed his eyes, opened them again and tried heartedly to get his racing heartbeat under control. Layla’s breath came as hard and fast as his did, her brown eyes darkening to a hungry hue as she traced along his waist.
The white cotton of her wet shift, almost transparent where it pressed against her chest, showed the perfect fullness of her breasts and a mouthwatering tease of ruby pink nipple. The sight had his cock hardening and his need for her rearing with fierce intensity. He yearned for her touch, for her trust and her heart. She was his, just as he was hers.
Gently, he swept his hand around hers, brought her fingers to his lips and pressed a soft kiss against her palm. He nibbled up, along her wrist then rubbed his cheek against the creamy skin of her inner forearm. Being surrounded by her scent and ensuring she carried his own, consumed him. How he wished to bite her as their shifter kind did, to leave his mark on her so all others would know she was his, but instead he breathed slowly, forced the deep desire down and attempted to calm himself. Time. She’d asked for some time and as much as he hated giving it to her, he would.
“Are you all right, Tor?”
“I’ll be fine. It’s just that I need you.”
“In what way?” She inched closer, sank one hand into his hair and lightly raked her nails over his scalp.
His bear rumbled deep inside him, her touch a mark of claim that brought such peace to his soul. He wanted her caressing all of him, her mouth on his neck and the ultimate mark of her claim made right there on his flesh for all to see. “I want to bite you, for you to bite me.” He looked deep into her eyes. “You’re my mate and no other’s. I’ll never give you up.”
“You are stealing my will to be anywhere but here with you.” She wriggled her fingers free of his, shoved her hands in her lap then stared at her whitened knuckles. “What kind of a woman promises herself to one man then so readily touches another?”
“Don’t. I adore your touch, need it to the depths of my soul and I’ve no doubt my need calls to yours, increases and inflames it. It hurts when you pull away.” With one finger under her chin, he lifted her gaze back to his then traced his thumbs over the dusting of freckles smattered across her tiny nose and cheeks. “Touch me, as freely as you wish. I’m yours, always and forever.”
“This bond is so all-consuming.”
“Aye, but in a very good way.” He pushed to his feet and lifted her to hers. She needed a moment to relax again, to not worry about their bond and the depth it raged. She enjoyed playing and so did
With his hands on the rock, he hauled himself up, reached down and lifted her onto the flat stone next to him. Water sluiced down his legs and his laughter rang out and echoed all around. “I haven’t had this much fun in ages.”
“Neither have I, although we should return soon.” She wrung out her long locks then picked up the trailing ends of her shift and squeezed the water from it. “Father and I always break our fast together. He’ll know I’m missing afore too long.”
“Then I thank you for spending the night with me.” He caught her hand, pressed it against his thumping heartbeat. “I’ll forever remember this day.”
“So will I.” Spreading her fingers over his flesh, she reveled in the heat he emitted. His wet tunic clung to his heavily muscled chest and a smattering of hair, as dark as his head, showed through the white linen. She slid one finger into the gap between the loosened ties of the V neckline then trailed down between the contoured planes of his belly. His rigid abs tightened under her touch and his heat blasted toward her, made her want to wriggle even closer. Oh, and now that she’d started touching him again, she couldn’t stop. She swished along his trim waist, a raw and hungry need rearing to full and vibrant life within her. She wanted him, wanted more.
* * * *
Tor closed his eyes, opened them again and tried heartedly to get his racing heartbeat under control. Layla’s breath came as hard and fast as his did, her brown eyes darkening to a hungry hue as she traced along his waist.
The white cotton of her wet shift, almost transparent where it pressed against her chest, showed the perfect fullness of her breasts and a mouthwatering tease of ruby pink nipple. The sight had his cock hardening and his need for her rearing with fierce intensity. He yearned for her touch, for her trust and her heart. She was his, just as he was hers.
Gently, he swept his hand around hers, brought her fingers to his lips and pressed a soft kiss against her palm. He nibbled up, along her wrist then rubbed his cheek against the creamy skin of her inner forearm. Being surrounded by her scent and ensuring she carried his own, consumed him. How he wished to bite her as their shifter kind did, to leave his mark on her so all others would know she was his, but instead he breathed slowly, forced the deep desire down and attempted to calm himself. Time. She’d asked for some time and as much as he hated giving it to her, he would.
“Are you all right, Tor?”
“I’ll be fine. It’s just that I need you.”
“In what way?” She inched closer, sank one hand into his hair and lightly raked her nails over his scalp.
His bear rumbled deep inside him, her touch a mark of claim that brought such peace to his soul. He wanted her caressing all of him, her mouth on his neck and the ultimate mark of her claim made right there on his flesh for all to see. “I want to bite you, for you to bite me.” He looked deep into her eyes. “You’re my mate and no other’s. I’ll never give you up.”
“You are stealing my will to be anywhere but here with you.” She wriggled her fingers free of his, shoved her hands in her lap then stared at her whitened knuckles. “What kind of a woman promises herself to one man then so readily touches another?”
“Don’t. I adore your touch, need it to the depths of my soul and I’ve no doubt my need calls to yours, increases and inflames it. It hurts when you pull away.” With one finger under her chin, he lifted her gaze back to his then traced his thumbs over the dusting of freckles smattered across her tiny nose and cheeks. “Touch me, as freely as you wish. I’m yours, always and forever.”
“This bond is so all-consuming.”
“Aye, but in a very good way.” He pushed to his feet and lifted her to hers. She needed a moment to relax again, to not worry about their bond and the depth it raged. She enjoyed playing and so did
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