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opened, releasing a flood of emotion so strong that his knees nearly buckled. Suddenly

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he had perfect clarity. There was no longer any confusion on what he wanted, on which

way he wanted his life to go. It had been decided for him, and it was not a decision he

wished to debate. Instead, he embraced it with enthusiasm and joy.

As of their own accord, his legs propelled him down the rise, toward Rusty.

Rusty’s heart filled as Clay started toward her. All of her prayers had been

answered. She might not know what trials life would demand of her but she now knew

her own heart, and it belonged to the man approaching. Unashamed of her nudity, she

walked to meet him.

They stopped a foot apart. Clay’s eyes moved slowly down her body then back up.

“God as my witness, you are the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen, Miz Blackhawk.”

Rusty smiled. “My friends call me Rusty.”

Clay grinned in return. “And what do your lovers call you?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never had one.”

“Time to remedy that, Fancy.”

“That so?”

“Definitely.”

“And what if I’m not looking for a lover?”

Clay hesitated. “If not a lover then what?”

“This,” she said as she stepped up to him, slid her arms up to circle his neck and

pull his head down. “
Meu inimă is cu tu,
” she whispered just before her lips touched his.

And with the joining of their lips, Rusty offered him all that was within her, her

strength, her heart, her magic.

While Clay didn’t understand the words she spoke, he recognized what was being

offered on a level that surpassed conscious thought. His response was to wrap his arms

around her and pull her wet body close, deepening the kiss.

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Rusty was the first to break away. With impatience born of need she tugged at the

front of his shirt, her lips moving to the center of his chest as she parted the shirt and

began to pull it down his broad shoulders.

She licked his skin, wanting the taste of him on her tongue. Clay helped her efforts

to undress him by stripping off his shirt. He stepped back from her to pull off his boots.

Rusty watched as he stood and unbuttoned his jeans, her eyes glued to the motion

of his fingers as he eased the zipper down. Her eyes followed the motion of his hands.

Every inch of him that was revealed had her pulse racing higher. Her hands moved to

the center of her chest, clasped and unclasped, then moved slowly down her own body

as the jeans came undone. Clay eased the jeans down his lean hips, revealing himself to

her. Hunger, strong and demanding, prompted Rusty’s hands to travel lower, to the vee

of her thighs.

Clay stepped out of his jeans. His eyes moved to meet hers and she saw desire

burning in their hazel depths. She watched his cock pulse as his eyes moved down her

body to her fingers, working slowly at the erect flesh of her clit, visibly swollen and

hungry.

Rusty felt her throat thicken inside, her breath hitching as her eyes moved over

Clay’s body. By all that was holy, she’d never seen a man so perfect, or wanted one so

badly. She sank to the ground and raised her hand to him.

He lowered himself down, spreading her legs so that he could kneel between them.

She shivered with delicious anticipation as his hands traced up the inside of her legs.

When his fingers brushed the sides of her sex, she spread her legs wider, bending her

knees to grant him better access.

With gentle fingers he stroked her outer lips. Her labia swelled and grew pliant,

wet with the need that flowed from her slick channel. She wanted him with an intensity

that bordered on madness, wanted to surrender to him body and soul. Never had she

experienced such sensations, such need to be possessed by another.

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He spread her wider, dipping one finger into the moist tunnel. She bucked up as

another finger joined the first and began to move rhythmically within her. A climax

started to build, rumbling inside her like a hungry beast. When his thumb, slick with

her juice, circled then plunged into her anus, she exploded, filling his hand with her

warm juice.

He didn’t speak but raised his eyebrows in question and she smiled up at him, the

smile fading to be replaced with a look of desire as their eyes met. There was no more

need for words. Clay pulled her to him. Her arms instinctively went around his neck as

his lips met hers, caressing, his tongue parting her lips to taste her.

Rusty groaned and deepened the kiss, her tongue warring with his for dominance.

Clay’s heart pounded in his chest, his skin burned and his mind emptied of every

thought other than the feel and taste of her. When she wrapped her firm thighs around

his and pressed her hot sex against him, a fire swept through his mind. He sat back, put

his hands on her hips and pulled her down onto him. Rusty breathed out a sharp,

excited breath at the feel of his long cock pressing against her pussy, and then growled

a string of words he didn’t understand but responded to with a sharp stab of hunger

that nearly blinded him.

Rusty pulled herself tighter to him, heat from her wet sex radiating through his

aching groin as she rotated her hips, fueling his flame, grinding against the pulsing

length of his hard cock. Every slide and rub of her pussy against his straining shaft

shredded his weakening control a little more. His fingers tightened on her hips then

clenched as he struggled to hold back the building need to ram inside her, brand her as

his and fuck her like there was no tomorrow. Christ on a crutch, he had to get inside

her. She arched her back, drawing her breasts closer to him. Cupping her breasts, he

devoured one nipple.

She moaned and arched against his mouth, wanting more. Her hands traveled up

his body, exploring the ridges of muscle beneath the skin of his abdomen. A shudder

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ran through him when her fingers traced the hair that ran from his navel and thickened

into a dense forest around the base of his dick.

Her touch was like electricity, sending currents running rampant through him, all

culminating in his cock. His breath caught in his throat when her warm hand closed on

him and stroked. He groaned and closed his eyes, fighting to hold back while his dick

demanded that he plunge into her, pound hard and fast and sate his ravenous need.

His eyes met hers in a searing look that made her breath catch in her throat, it was

so replete with hunger. Her own need intensified to the point that the throb of her heart

was matched by an echoing pulse in her sex.

With eager hands, she grabbed the back of his head and leaned down to him. Clay

rolled her onto her back, his hard cock sandwiched between them, pressing into her

belly as he assumed the dominant position.

Rusty explored his mouth with her tongue, tasting his lips, nipping at his full

bottom lip before indulging herself in the warmth inside his mouth. His taste was the

most powerful aphrodisiac she’d ever experienced. Coupled with the fire dancing on

her skin from his hand traveling down the side of her body to slide beneath her and

tighten on her ass, she was breathing hard with desire.

A groan from Clay had her pulling away to stare into his hazel eyes. There was fire

burning in their depths, and something more. Emotion—raw and powerful—glittered.

That emotion shook her to the depths of her soul, bringing to the surface all the longing

and lost wishes she’d so carefully buried.

She closed her eyes, letting her fingers trace over his face, feeling the strong bones

that lay beneath the surface and memorizing the feel of him. When her ringers reached

his mouth she opened her eyes and saw him watching her. A slow, sexy smile came on

his face.

She returned the smile and reached up to lick at his lips, feeling his breath sweet in

her face. His lips beckoned. Like an addict eager for the next high, she claimed them in

a devouring kiss.

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Never breaking the contact of her body to his, she moved her lips from his mouth to

his neck and rolled them over so that he was beneath her. His taste was like no other

she had experienced, exotic and male. His natural smell made her hunger for more.

Slithering lower, she explored his chest with her mouth, taking her time, lost in the feel

and taste of him. Inch by slow inch, she worked her way down his body.

When she slithered down between his legs, spreading his thighs to kneel between

them, she looked up the length of his body. Her eyes met his as both her small hands

wrapped around his dick. Clay’s body arched at the contact, provoking a stab of

powerful feminine satisfaction inside her. She started to stroke him but he suddenly

grasped her wrists and sat up, pulling her arms behind her back.

Something wild and primitive called from deep inside her, something that wanted

to be taken, to be possessed and loved until she was drained.

Clay smelled her need, felt it vibrating through her body. It fueled the need inside

him…to make her his. To pleasure her more than any other man. To stake a claim that

could not be undone.

Her skin was hot and moist. He ran his tongue under her breast, moving up the

side of the full mound. She arched her back when he flicked his tongue over her nipple,

using the tip of his tongue to run small circles around the hardening nub. When he

captured it between his teeth, Rusty moaned.

Within moments she was writhing, her breath fast as she pressed forward, thrusting

her breast against his mouth. Clay battled with himself. Fighting the urge to throw her

to the ground that moment and sink his dick deep inside her, but wanting more to take

her even deeper into need. That need for her to want him more won.

Releasing her wrists, Clay gripped her hips and raised her to stand before him. Her

protest transformed into a purr of pleasure when he kissed her stomach and ran his

tongue down the center of her belly, stopping at the fringe of hair that topped her

mound. His hands moved up the sides of her legs to her hips, then around to grip her

ass tightly and pull her pussy to his face. Her smell was of sweet meadows in spring, of

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honeysuckle wafting in on the night air, a promise of passion that had him eager to

taste more. Rusty murmured encouragement, running her fingers through his hair,

pulling his head tighter to her.

Her clit was swollen and sensitive when his tongue moved over it. Rusty gasped

and gripped him tighter, arching toward him. Clay indulged himself, sucking the hard

nub into his mouth, circling the sensitive flesh with his tongue. Just as she gasped and

started to shudder, he moved his mouth away and stood before her. Rusty bent like a

reed as he gathered her against him in a searing kiss. Her body hummed, creating a

sound that was primal.

He recognized the sound, his mind translating for him on a primal level that she

had moved beyond mere want and fully into need. Knowing that he’d awakened such

hunger had his groin tightening, his mind going nearly blank with the desire to fill that

need, to hammer inside her, make her scream and shudder until there was no need left.

She undulated against him. His hands cupped her ass, slowing and guiding the frantic

rotation of her hips.

Rusty broke the kiss, both of them breathing hard as her hands moved down the

center of his body, going steadily south. He was long and hard. She ran her fingers

through the hair at the base of his cock and down the crease at his legs, admiring his

length and thickness. He quivered when she ran a fingernail down the shaft to the

bulging head of his cock, knowing that neither of them would last long with so much

built-up need. And his need demanded to be filled.

He grabbed her shoulders and laid her down on the ground, sliding his hands

down her arms and over her hips. She moaned when he kissed her stomach and ran his

tongue over her clit. His hands moved up the inside of her thighs, brushing her sex with

his thumbs, then his mouth replaced his hands. Rusty screamed in pleasure.

It was time. Kneeling between her legs, he lifted her hips to meet him. Slowly he

entered her wet chamber. Her muscles tightened around him, making him grit his teeth

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at the pleasure that shot down his shaft. Fighting to go slow, he put his full length

inside her. Her body resisted at first, her pussy tight and wet around his thickness.

He stifled a groan, wanting to pound into her, to slake his thirst. It took all the

control he possessed to hold back. His chest tightened as he fought for control, the effort

making his breathing hard and ragged. Gritting his teeth against the need that pounded

at him with ever-increasing intensity, he began a slow rhythm, pulling almost

completely out before plunging back in again. Rusty quaked with each stroke, opening

herself for full penetration. His rhythm began to build in speed and intensity. Aching to

get deeper, he grabbed behind her knees and lifted her legs in the air.

Rusty moaned and stretched her arms up over her head, arching up against him,