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physically, but in spirit. He was back now and she planned to do everything she could to keep his dark memories at bay. She knew he would never truly be free of them. For good and bad, they had shaped the man he’d become.
    Firelight danced over his face as he leaned down and touched his lips to hers. Sighing, she released all her doubts and concerns. There would be much to deal with in the days and months ahead, but for now, her husband was home. Her prayers had been answered.
    Looping her arms around his neck, she held on tight. Reys lowered his body over hers until they were touching from shoulder to knee. She felt the scars on his chest abrade her skin and wanted to weep. And she would. In private. Not now. Not with her husband kissing her. Now was the time for pleasure, for reconnection, for reunion.
    His shaft was thick and hard, pressing against her mound. He flexed his hips, rubbing his erection against her as he continued to kiss her. Heat surrounded her, warming her from the inside out, reminding her of how cold she’d been without him these long years.
    Their tongues touched, tentatively at first. Reys groaned and deepened the kiss. Tongues twined, breath mingled as he ate at her mouth, devouring her as though he couldn’t get enough of her.
    He broke off the kiss, pressing his forehead against hers. “I have dreamed of this moment, but I find my memory faulty. You taste like the rarest of spices mixed with honey.”
    Alicia smiled and kissed his chin, loving the feel of his lightly bristled jaw against her lips. Reys always made her feel beautiful. He had since the first moment they’d met. “Oh, Reys.” She wanted to say so much more, but the words caught in her throat.
    He kissed her temples, her cheeks, her nose, and her chin. Taking his time, he worked his way down to her collarbone. By then she was a mass of writhing need. Her cleft was wet and aching to be filled by him.
    But Reys was in no hurry.
    Sliding her hand down his chest, she marveled at the strength of him. He was thinner, yes, but he was still so strong. The head of his shaft bumped her hand as it drifted below his bellybutton. She clasped her fingers around his cock and gently squeezed.
    “Alicia.” Her name was a raspy groan, torn from her husband’s lips. She felt liquid seep out of the slit at the crown and wet her hand as she continued to stroke up and down the length of his shaft.
    Reaching down, he grabbed her hand and pulled it away. “Not this time, my sweet. I am too close.”
    Reys focused his attention on her breasts, plumping the twin mounds in his hands before lapping at the tight nubs. Alicia’s skin was on fire, her body quivering with unrequited love and lust. It was a heady combination.
    She clasped his biceps, feeling the play of muscle as he shifted his attention from one breast to the other. As he plucked at her nipple, sensation burst between her thighs, hot and thick. Tilting her hips, she rubbed her cleft against his cock. Panting hard, she did it again, crying out when his shaft stroked the tight bud of nerves at the apex.
    A low growl vibrated in her husband’s chest as he left her breasts and shifted his attention lower. Her nipples were damp from his ministrations and the cool night air made them pucker even tighter. The ache, low in her belly, grew stronger. Her inner muscles contracted, desperate to hold him.
    Reys lapped at her belly, his teeth grazing her hipbones. His tongue swirled inside her bellybutton, teasing and tickling at the same time. Perspiration dotted her skin as the inner heat threatened to engulf her in its embrace.
    He lay between her thighs, all his attention focused there. Her folds were slick with cream, every nerve ending tingling in anticipation. His breath was warm on her sensitive flesh. He blew softly, sending a shower of goose bumps down her arms and legs.
    He surged upward and rolled onto his back, taking her with him. Their positions were reversed and she was lying on top of