"Pure, primeval, muscular strength stood for her viewing. Her flashing jade eyes travelled slowly over the dark hair lying against massive, tanned shoulders. His forearms and chest bulged with unleashed strength. Hard slabs of muscle-rippled flesh covered his ribs and tapered down to a narrow waist and hips. But she only glanced at the tight contours of his buttocks and powerful thighs as her attention was captured by the giant, throbbing lance protruding from his lower body. Like the rest of him, there was no doubting the power of his mighty swollen shaft!"
"Rianne closed her eyes as he caressed her breasts, stroking their fullness, lifting them, tugging gently at the passion-engorged peaks. 'Tell me you love me,' he said hoarsely. She opened her eyes. Her face was flushed with long-withheld need, his eyes pools of crystalline flame. It was raw, this need in him, primitive, compelling, powerful enough to bring this strong man to the edge of control. Suddenly she wanted to push him over that edge, to know there were no limits between them, no boundaries she couldn't cross. 'I love you,' she said, sliding slowly, exquisitely up the length of his shaft, pausing for a heart-stopping moment, then sliding back down. With a muttered exclamation, Pagan caught her to him, reversing their positions so that she was beneath him. It was too much; he was burning with desire, shaking with need and long-restrained frustration. When she wrapped her legs around his hips, he lost control completely, burying his face against the fragrant skin of her throat and thrusting into her with scorching abandon. She panted his name and met him thrust for thrust, gasp for gasp. He plunged deeper, harder, driving them both into a frenzy of passion. They rode the spiral together, bodies straining, hearts beating in unison. Rianne cried out, arching into him as tremendous waves of fulfillment crashed through her. It was incredible, stunning, and she felt as though she were falling off a cliff to oblivion. But Pagan's arms anchored her, holding her safe. He was lifeline, her love, and she clung to him while a firestorm of pleasure shook the foundations of her being. 'Oh, God, Rianne!' Pagan groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he poured himself into her still-quivering depths. She held him tightly, savoring his weight, the slick heat of his skin, the way his back heaved with his deep, ragged breathing. After a time, he rolled over onto his back, taking her with him. The fire crackled lazily behind her, warming her back and sending shadows dancing across the sharp-cut planes of his face. But even the flames were no hotter than her love for him, and the future was brighter than gold could ever be."
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