...Tira slowly awoke to a sense of firm, warm hands exploring her body. She tried to get her brain to focus, but it just wouldn’t listen. Yet her body responded with heated fervor as though the touch was familiar to her. That underlying sexual need that had been with her for the last twenty-four hours now seemed to blossom.

The room was dark and she realized she was naked. Then demanding lips descended to claim hers and she melted beneath their hot possession. This had to be a dream and she’d wake up in a minute. Every nerve in her body responded to the dominating, masculine presence. There was no way to think clearly right now.

A hand cupped her soft breast, fingers teasing a nipple to a hard peak, grazing the surface. His tongue delved inside her mouth, exiting and tracing her lips before diving back inside again. So many sensations, she couldn’t begin to process them. Only pleasure. Deep, mind-boggling pleasure shot through her. And the sense of coming home—that this was exactly where she was supposed to be.

She felt naked, hot flesh against her own as he shifted on the bed to stretch out beside her. A splayed hand branded her skin in the valley between her breasts, tracking a slow path downward, across her midriff, stopping and teasing at her navel. Shudders of pleasure rippled through her time and time again.

She lifted a hand to trap his head, felt the texture of thick, long, silky hair and her fingers tangled within the mass.

Her head dropped back and his mouth fastened on the pulse at her throat. A muscled leg wedged her thighs open, a knee pressed firmly against her mound and another shudder of pleasure raced through her body. She gasped at the sensation.

Her hand brailled its way along the mountains and valleys of his body. Hard, solid flesh, no give and take. She explored the crevice of his thigh and groin, dipping over the smooth, warm contours of his skin and encountering the jutting peak of his stiff erection.

It was as though she had reached a summit and she breathed a sigh of pleasure as she surrounded his firm, silky flesh with her hand, claiming his body by some right she didn’t fully understand and didn’t want to take the time to interpret. At least not right now.

His mouth trailed fire along her skin as he lowered his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth, almost sending her over the edge. She heard a low, primal growl, felt it vibrate through her grip on his cock and zing along her spine.

It was as though her body were a tuning fork as she felt the rolling thunder of his pleasure rip through her breast and feather out to every corner of her flesh. She brushed her thumb over the wide tip of his penis, spreading the moisture of his pre-cum across the circumference of his cock. She felt her own liquid desire drip onto her thighs.

His mouth trailed kisses down her body, his tongue skating figure-eights over her flesh, delving into her navel, circling again and again, until she was arching and shuddering against him, pulling him deeper into her body. She needed to feel him inside her.

She felt him shift in the darkness, his weight moving off the bed and towering over her. She felt his hair sift along her thighs and held her breath, exhaling quickly as his mouth fastened onto her sensitive labia lips.

She was surprised at the needy sound that erupted from her throat. It was so primal, so earthy. And his mouth was so possessive. His tongue delved deeply, withdrew and circled her clitoris, driving her higher and higher with each touch.

His hands lifted her, cupped her bare buttocks, kneading rhythmically as he pursued her with his mouth, fastening and sucking.