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gripping her hips and slipping into her inch by delicious inch, until she felt him stretching her inner walls, his bulging cockhead throbbing against her cervix.
    “I’ve missed how you fill me, Kenan.”
    “I have missed your warmth around me, Catherine. And now I need to take you.”
    He began to move slowly in and out of her, gently at first so that he never left her completely. Each time their bodies met again, she felt the tingling in her sensitive bud increase. As their need grew, his thrusting increased in pace and he seemed to lose control. She cried out as he pounded relentlessly into her and sent waves of sharp sweetness cascading through her belly. It ached, yet it didn’t, and she wanted him more and more.
    The delicious sensations drove her onwards and she rode him fiercely, wildly, leaning her head backward so that her hair hung over his thighs. She pulled his hands up over her breasts, yearning to feel him squeezing them as she neared her climax.
    “Catherine?”
    “Please my love, don’t stop!”
    He obeyed and Catherine moved as one with him, their bodies united in a mutual goal. She had been thirsty as a woman lost in the desert but now she had found a mountain spring. Kenan was here, beneath her, and she was full of his cock, full of his need and full of pleasure.
    They rolled over into the abyss together and she grasped at his hands, forcing his fingers to pinch her hard at her nipples. She bounced on him furiously, feeling his hot seed filling her depths and she kept moving until her climax slowed then faded away like a retreating thunder storm.
    “I love you, Kenan,” she spoke softly then raised his hands to her lips and showered them with kisses.
    “I know,” he replied. “I love you too.
    As her own slick juices trickled down her thighs, mingling with his, she realized that he had just reopened her heart.

Chapter Four
    Kenan awoke in the pale light of dawn and rolled over. He blinked hard as he stared at the beams above and tried to ascertain his whereabouts. Then it all came flooding back. He was in the hay loft. He’d come out here last night with Catherine and they’d experienced an explosive reunion.
    He reached out for her, yearning for her warmth, but he found only the imprint of her body in the blanket covering the hay.
    He sat up and looked around.
    She was gone.
    He leaned over and buried his face into the rough outline of her form. Her sweet fragrance made his breath catch in his throat. She had been here. It hadn’t been a cruel dream. So where in the hell was she now?
    He grabbed his clothes and crawled over to the ladder then hurried down to the barn.
    A loud whistle when he reached the bottom rung stopped him in his tracks.
    “Well whadda we got here?”
    Kenan turned slowly, covering his groin with the bundle of clothing, to meet the smiling hazel eyes of his brother.
    “Morning, Matthew.” He offered a bashful grin.
    “You been out here all night, brother?” Matthew frowned but Kenan could see that his lips were twitching at the corners.
    “What of it?” Kenan dropped his clothes to the floor then began dressing.
    “Nothing.” Matthew grinned. “Nothing at all!”
    “Have you…?” Kenan bit his lip.
    “Have I seen Catherine?”
    Kenan inclined his head.
    “Sneaking into the house not half an hour ago, hoping to climb in beside Rosie before she notices.” Matthew rubbed the nose of his mare as she poked her head over the gate of her stall.
    Kenan pulled on his boots and hid a smile, imagining Rosie lying there feigning sleep whilst Catherine snuck into bed. At least he knew she’d been there with him all night. He’d slept so well, for the first time in two years, that he’d not even stirred when she’d risen.
    “You know what you’re doing, Kenan?” Matthew moved closer. “I mean…”
    Kenan shook his head. “I really don’t. It’s just…I’m so…I wish I…” He held out his hands and shrugged. “It just felt so good to be with her