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In one quick motion, Cris stopped and lifted her off his shoulder. After being upside down for so long, she swayed slightly, trying to get her bearings. She looked around, but had no idea where they were. Tall trees surrounded them, but they were in a small clearing and the moon was shining directly down on them. Cris stood with his hands on his hips watching her. She licked her dry lips as he ran his gaze over her body, paying particular attention to her bare legs. Her bottom throbbed slightly and her pussy creamed in anticipation of what was to come.

“Strip.” Folding his arms across his massive chest, he braced his feet apart and waited. The night was quiet except for the swish of the wind through the trees and the occasional hoot of an owl.

Uncertainty filled her and she hesitated. If she hadn’t been watching him so closely, she would have missed the sadness that flashed in his eyes. It was gone as quickly as it came, hidden behind an impassive gaze of green.

She’d hurt him and was dealing with a slightly wounded beast. Cris could be quite sophisticated at times, but he could also be very primal and untamed. If she wanted to be with him, she would have to accept all parts of him. Not taking her eyes off him, she shrugged off her jacket and let it drop at her feet. Raising her hands to her blouse, she slid one button from its hole. Goose bumps covered her body as she slowly worked her way to the bottom and slipped the blouse over her arms, leaving her feeling very exposed.

Cris said nothing, but she could hear his breathing getting heavier and louder. His cock jutted out in front of him, flexing slightly as she raised her hands to her bra. Emboldened, she cupped her lace-covered breasts and molded them with her hands. 43

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Her legs were shaky as she rubbed her tight nipples through the fabric. A low moan broke from her throat as heat shot from her breasts to her sex.

“Finish it.”

Reaching between her breasts, Johanna unhooked her bra. Rolling her shoulders, she allowed the straps to fall over her shoulders and down her arms. It fell to the forest floor, forgotten as she felt his eyes devour her naked breasts. Hooking her fingers in the waistband of her panties, she shimmied her hips as she pushed the scrap of fabric down to her ankles. Stepping out of them, she stood quietly and waited. The slight breeze licked at her skin and her nipples pebbled even tighter.

“Come here.”

Taking the few steps needed to reach him, she pressed her breasts against his chest. The hard points of her nipples stabbed at his chest and she felt his muscles flex as she rubbed her breasts against him.

His cock was hard and hot against her stomach. Reaching down, she wrapped both her hands around it, marveling at its sheer size and length. Gliding them over his length, she rubbed one of her palms over the tip, spreading the fluid that had seeped out from the tip. Her damp hand slid easily back down over his cock from tip to base. Groaning, Cris buried his hands in her hair and tilted her face up until she was looking at him. His face was stamped with need. His eyes were dark mirrors of desire, his nostrils were flared, and his lips were pursed in a hard line. He looked like a man in agony. “I cannot be gentle.”

Johanna pumped her hands up and down his cock once again. “Whatever you need.”

Lifting her up, Cris buried his face in her breasts while he walked towards a large tree. The sudden motion startled her and she dug her fingers into his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his waist for support. Every step Cris made caused his cock to rub against her clit. Johanna clung tighter to him, wanting the contact to deepen. 44

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It was darker in the shadow of the tree and Johanna could feel the rough bark against her back as Cris pushed her against the trunk. The movement upset an owl and it hooted and flew from the branches above. At any other time, Johanna would have been keen to see the creature, but she just didn’t care about anything at the moment except Cris.

Johanna tried to raise her body high enough to get his cock inside her, but she was pinned between Cris and the tree. She couldn’t get enough leverage to do that, but the slight up and down motion allowed her to rub her damp sex against his erection. Stroking her clit against his cock made her even hotter. She could feel her creamy outer lips coating him as she pleasured herself. Cris gripped her ass in his large hands, spread her cheeks wide and raised her high. Flexing his knees, he drove his cock to the hilt. Johanna arched back, feeling the bark of the tree scrape her back. Cris nipped and sucked at her breasts, holding her easily in his grasp. Johanna tried to move, but she was helpless, impaled on his cock. Cris kept his hands anchored on her ass, not allowing her any motion.

Arching her back, she pushed her breasts closer to his mouth. Cris laughed and caught one of her tight nipples between his teeth and flicked it with his tongue. He teased one breast and then the other.

“Cris.” Johanna moaned his name as she tugged his head up to hers. Peppering his face with kisses, she desperately tried to move, jerking her hips forward. Holding her easily with one hand, he tugged one of her hands away from him and raised it high, wrapping her fingers around a thin branch. When he was sure she had hold of it, he captured her other one and raised it as well. “Hold tight to the branch and don’t let go.”

She nodded, her face brushing his. Cris turned his head and caught her mouth with his. Plunging his tongue deep inside, he kissed her breathless. She was gasping for breath when he finally pulled away and buried his face in her neck. 45

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His fingers tightened around her bottom as he bent his knees and lifted her. He pulled her back down at the same time he straightened his legs, driving deep into her. Her inner muscles clenched around his cock as he pulled almost all the way out of her. Driving back even harder than before, he buried his cock to the hilt. Johanna could feel her hot pussy wrap tight around him each time he drove into it. He set a pounding rhythm that had her gasping for breath. With her fingers wrapped tight around the tree branch, she hung on and rode out the storm. Her breasts bounced with each stroke, making them ache for Cris’s touch. Her cunt clenched harder with each thrust. His skin slapped against hers, music on the night air, as she hung onto the tree for support. Cris was relentless, not stopping for a moment. If anything, his thrusts seemed to get harder and quicker. Johanna didn’t know how much more she could take. Every cell in her body was screaming out for release.

Digging her ankles into his behind, she slammed down hard on his cock with every upward thrust he made. A bead of sweat slipped down her temple as she tightened the inner muscles of her cunt around him.

Cris growled and hammered into her over and over again. Tilting back her head, she dug her nails into the tree bark, screaming as she finally came. Her muscles flexed and closed around his cock as he continued to pound into her.

“Don’t let go.” His guttural command had her hanging on even tighter. She felt his teeth scraping her throat and tilted it back even further. Growling, he sank his teeth into her flesh and drank.

Even though she’d just come, Johanna felt a familiar heat as her pussy clenched once again. Spasms of pleasure rocked her body, as Cris gave one final thrust and came on a moan of pleasure. He removed his teeth and licked at her neck as he continued to hold her close.

Johanna took a deep breath and the scent of sex and pine filled her nostrils. She shivered as the cool night air dried the sweat from her skin. 46

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“You can let go now.” Cris’s voice sounded amused and Johanna was slightly bemused to discover that she was still clutching the branch. She released her grip and dropped her hands to his shoulders.

Carefully, Cris lifted her off his cock, which had hardened once again, and stood her in front of him. Picking up her blouse, he shook it out before helping her to slip it on. Her skirt was useless, so she picked up her jacket and wrapped it around her waist, tying the sleeves together to keep it up. She scooped up her underwear and stuffed it into the pocket of the jacket. Looking around, she spied what was left of her poor leather shoes and slipped them over her feet.

Cris said nothing as he wrapped his arm around her and led her out of the woods and back towards the castle. She sensed that he didn’t want to talk any more than she did. In truth, after what she’d just gone through, she was content to just enjoy the sensations still coursing through her body. She knew they’d have to talk, but right now it was enough that they were together.

Her leather briefcase was lying abandoned in the middle of the dusty road. “I can’t believe I forgot it,” she murmured under her breath. Cris said nothing, but waited as she bent down and picked it up. They continued on in silence, back up the path, across the courtyard, and into the castle.

It was only when the door slammed shut behind them that she found the courage to begin seeking the answers to her many questions. “Please explain to me how our relationship has been possible all these years? There are so many things that I need to understand.”

Cris pried the briefcase out of her clenched hand and dropped it to the floor. He nodded, but continued to guide her past the study to a set of worn stone stairs. At the bottom, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her up the long flight of steps. She snuggled closer as his familiar shape and scent filled her senses. His face showed no emotion, but his muscles were tight as he walked. She could sense his emotional turmoil, but now that the crisis had passed, his mind was closed to her once again. 47

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Taking a deep breath, she continued her line of thought. “How is it that you can read my mind? It’s not fair, you know.” Looping her arms around his neck, she placed her head on his shoulder and nuzzled his neck. “You know my thoughts all the time, but I catch only rare glimpses of yours.”

“Be thankful that you cannot read my mind.” His words made her shiver, but now what she felt was desire, and not fear.

At the top of the stairs he turned right and walked down a dimly lit hallway. The walls looked as if they were covered in artwork, but she couldn’t quite make out what they were. “I’ll give you a tour tomorrow,” he told her as he strode into a large room and pushed the door closed with his booted heel.

“See what I mean?” she complained. A moment later, that thought was forgotten as she peered around the room, unable to contain her natural curiosity. The huge bed in the center of one wall made it obvious that this was his bedroom. It was a study in masculine opulence and suited him well. All the furniture was large, obviously hand-carved, and quite old. The bed was draped with yards of rich burgundy velvets and brocades. A set of bed curtains was pushed back so she could see the piles of overstuffed pillows that lay there. The stone walls were covered with a variety of tapestries and artifacts, including an enormous jewel-encrusted sword that was mounted directly over the fireplace. A low, lacquered table sat in front of the roaring fire, which was the only light in the room, and on it sat a bottle of wine and two crystal glasses.

Cris carried her to the far side of the room where she noticed another door. It was a small room with an old-fashioned bathtub that was steaming with hot water, the smell of lavender tickling her senses. Plush white towels sat on a low stool next to the tub, and a heavy brocade robe hung on a hook by the door. He stood her next to the tub and began to unbutton her blouse. Peeling it down over her arms, he dropped it to the floor at her feet.

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Cris surprised her by falling to his knees in front of her, wrapping his arms around her waist, and burying his face between her breasts. His tongue was moist and hot as he wove a path around both breasts before licking her nipples into hard points. Johanna felt the familiar heat rise within her.

It was the night of the full moon and they’d just had sex outside under the moonlight sky. It had felt like the first time, which was ridiculous, considering how many times they’d made love in her dreams over the years. But the truth was that she was thirty years old, and she’d never had sex with a man except Cris. No other man in her day-to-day life had ever been able to measure up to him and what he gave her. Her legs shook as she stood half naked in front of him.

He rubbed his face over her breasts and belly, tickling them and making her laugh.

“What am I to do with you?” Cris asked, his tone tender and playful all at once. “I have known you as no other man has. There is no need to be nervous of me.” He continued to work as he talked, untying the sleeves of the jacket from around her waist and peeling it away from her body. She stood naked in front of him. Even kneeling on the floor, he was overwhelming.

His hands trailed up the back of her legs from her ankles to her thighs, making her sway with desire. Everywhere he touched, she felt the flames of desire licking her. His large palms covered her bottom and he squeezed both globes tight, massaging them. Moving closer, he nuzzled through her pubic hair, his tongue stroking the hot, moist folds of her sex. She grasped his shoulders for balance as her blood began to sizzle. The need to have him grew deep inside her.

He growled and sat back on his heels, his eyes glowing hot with desire. He shook himself and lowered his head. “Bath,” he hissed from between his clenched teeth. Turning her, he pushed her towards the tub.

For a moment she almost protested, but it looked so good, and she felt sore and dirty after her ordeal. Gingerly, she climbed over the side of the tub and sank down in the fragrant water. The hipbath curved up behind her back and she leaned back against 49

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the cool porcelain and closed her eyes. The picture of Cris kneeling on the floor was still burned into her mind. Her knees bent slightly as the tub was not long, but it was extremely comfortable, and she felt the hot water relaxing her aching muscles. She sensed him leaning over her and parted her lips in anticipation. His tongue dipped inside, tasting and teasing hers. Wrapping one hand around her head so she couldn’t escape him, he laid claim to her very soul with his hot carnal embrace. She sucked his tongue and kissed him with abandon. “I want you,” she moaned, when he began to nibble on her lips. The sound of her voice seemed to jolt him and he pulled back and stood by the tub.