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her head with his hand and pulled her to him.
    She knew he was going to kiss her and she welcomed it, but was not prepared for the impact of his mouth upon hers. The moment they touched, she not only felt the pressure of his lips, but smelled the sweat on his skin and the sexual urge thundering through him.
    She moaned.
    Moments later he was out of his clothes and she was beneath him. As he pulled down her pants and yanked off her shirt, she was trembling, desperate for the moment of impact.
     
     
     
     
     

 
     
     
    Chapter Five
     
     
     
    He took her in hunger, more than ready for the powerful rush of blood he knew would surge through his body. Her legs were parted, her body trembling in anticipation. He fell between them and slid into her hot wet depths without restraint, then buried himself as deep as he could go. But when he began to withdraw for a second pass, she locked her legs around his waist and pulled him back.
    Layla was already half out of her mind then she heard him laugh. The joy he found in human existence was an aphrodisiac she had not expected. He’d eaten his food with blatant pleasure, and at the moment, he was so high on making love she couldn’t have stopped him if she’d tried.
    Once he’d brought her to a climax with nothing more than a sweep of the energy that had brought him into her world, and now he was taking her to another level of lovemaking from which she might not recover.
    He was big and he was hard.
    She was hot and she was wet, and together they were about to ignite.
    Niyol rode her without restraint, too hungry for the climax to prolong it. She was reaction to his action, building passion, building energy mass until he became so full he overflowed. She felt him shatter, but was not prepared for the impact to her when it happened.
    Not only did he send her into orgasm, but while he was coming, she felt his as well. She screamed until she had no voice as he spilled his seed. The climax blew apart their capacity for thought. There was nothing they could do but hold on and wait for the pieces of their minds to settle and make them whole again.
     
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    The sun had moved just enough to burn through a gap in the leaves above them and down onto Niyol’s back. He groaned, reluctant to move from the comfort of her body.
    Layla felt him shift and held him tighter, unwilling to turn him loose. He’d said that she would love him, and he’d been right. He was a virtual stranger, and yet there was a bond between them stronger than a lifetime of living could have forged. He’d already warned her he would leave, which made her desperate to cram that lifetime together into whatever days they had left.
    When he raised up, his hair fell down around his shoulders, forming a barrier between her and the heat of the sun. His gaze raked her face and neck as he eyed the silver chain with the tiny bird and then lower, looking with pleasure at the slim build of her copper-colored body, burnished by the sheen of mingled sweat. When his penis began to stir and then engorge, he inhaled sharply.
    “It is good to be human,” he said softly, and once more began to move, only this time in a slower, more dedicated rhythm.
    Layla closed her eyes and arched her back to meet the thrusts, concentrating wholly on the feel of his body within her depths. When the climax came again, she was in his head. He was right. It was good to be human.
     
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    Sunset was a few hours away and they were now all the way down into the gorge of Canyon de Chelly. The floor of the canyon was surprisingly fertile and green compared to the land above it. The occasional rock spire rising up from the canyon floor was as a lone King on a chess board. But the canyon floor was not deserted.
    It was also home to many of the Dineh who lived and worked the land – herding sheep, growing crops, living a rural life far away from the group housing that constituted reservation living.
    Niyol and his woman did not ride through