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trees had begun to grow around the cabin’s frame, making it appear as if it were an organic, nature-created creation. From the roof of the cabin a ladder, part wood, part rope, rose and rose and became lost amongst the tall trees in the swamp.
    Mist surrounded the ramp that connected the slight cabin’s wraparound dilapidated porch. The entrance of the ramp was half-buried on solid ground, then it extended over the water, eventually touching the porch.
    Leandra stood in the doorway of her grandmother’s cabin, the light behind her casting her body in a tempting silhouette.
    She was clad in one of the threadbare chemise she wore when she was at home, alone, in the bayou.
    The way the fabric clung to her curves, the way the material was diaphanous in just the right light. It was far more magnificent than anything else he could imagine her wearing.
    She was regal.
    She was royalty.
    She was Theo’s first and only love.
    She was his.
    Theo would die rather than be with another.
    His lion roared in agreement.
    Theo’s strides became longer, faster as he hastened his way up the ramp to meet the love of his life.
    His lips closed in, swooping down like a bird of prey. His mouth crashed into hers, and his tongue drove in, branding and claiming.
    Leandra returned the kiss, and he could see that her own passion was fueled by his.
    She pulled away, held him at arms’ length and studied his face as if trying to memorize his features. A glimmer of melancholy shone in her eyes briefly.
    The scent of her—a heady fragrance, sweet, with a hint of the herbs she kept in the cabin—filled his lungs, teasing his appetite with a suggestion of her flavor. He dropped into a gulf of yearning. The sensation rolled over him in waves.
    This woman was his.
    Had always been meant to be his.
    He reached for her chemise and pulled it over her head. She stood before him, legs shoulder-width apart, hands on her hips, a curvaceous goddess, splendid in the setting sun. Her white bra showcased her breasts, so full they were overflowing the cups.
    Her white cotton panties clung to her mound, teasing him with the outline of the treasure within.
    “Lose the bra.” His voice was husky, his lion making the request, though it sounded more like an order.
    A quick reach and snap of two fingers, and the cotton hung loose, cups clinging to the bounty within.
    Theo pulled it off, relished the sight of her. Her breasts, a lighter café au lait were garnished with dusky rose tips.
    Screw the panties. He released one of his claws and drew it across the fabric on both hips.
    The panties fell to the wood floor of the threshold with a silent whisper.
    He cupped her breasts, thumbs brushing over taut pearlized nubs. Theo pinched a nipple and Leandra gasped in response. He lowered his head, touched his tongue to the tip. His thumb caressed the other nipple, rolling over it, pressing it in, then pulling on it, pinching it.
    Leandra’s gaze was fixed on him, pupils dilated. Her scent rose, growing stronger.
    His lion growled in response, his cock twitched.
    Theo lowered his hand, wandering over her stomach while his tongue toyed with her nipple and he alternately sucked and flicked, then grazed it with his teeth as his hand passed over her thigh and made for the moist target in the middle.
    Her heartbeat thudded in his mind, trying to match his. He slid a finger over her sensitive little core and she flinched, almost jumping.
    He parted her folds with his fingers, enjoying the scent that rose. He glided a finger along her wet folds, near the heat of her entrance.
    A moan escaped Leandra. She spread her legs further.
    The scent of her became sheer torture. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he lowered himself, eye level to her pussy, where a nicely trimmed triangle of dark hair greeted him.
    Theo paused to breathe her in, letting her essence sit on his palate, teasing himself with the taste of her scent.
    One thumb on her clit, the other hand parting her, he blew on her