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fought under a harsh beating sun. The black around his eyes spoke of a different time entirely and gave him an exotic deadliness about him, one that had me shuddering. His longer hair was still as black as a starless night and was wild and unkempt, giving him a barbaric appearance, one that combined with his actions had me soon shuddering for a completely different reason.
    I screamed as I came, shouting my pleasure up to the Gods of a different time to witness. My inner walls clamped down around the length of him and he threw his head back and growled his own desire. However, this wasn’t quite enough to push him over the edge of his own release yet and he turned us both as I briefly caught sight of furs piled high on the floor. But as he lifted my body up and spun me round something happened…
    I was back.
    I put my hands out to brace myself and found soft black sheets under my palms and in between my fingers.
    “Draven?” I whispered his name, unsure of what was going on but my worries went unnoticed as he started kissing the back of my neck before taking me again from behind. The feel of his length entering me made me cry out at the same time my hands shot forward, bending my body down for him to continue entering me easily. His large hand ran the length of my spine and like a feline I arched back into his touch.
    “My beauty,” he said at the same time holding himself buried deep inside me. I looked back at him snapping my head to one side enough to flick my hair over so that it wouldn’t obscure my view of him. A sigh of relief also went unnoticed as I took in the face I knew so well. One void of facial hair, harsh black eyes or untamed hair that had gone years without seeing the sharp side of a pair of scissors. It was the Draven I knew and loved.
    “How I adore looking down at your body beneath my own, writhing in ecstasy and mirroring my own feelings of … need…”   He said this last word as he kissed his way up my back, then the next…
    “Want…”  then the next…
    “Desire…” and then the next…
    “Love.”   Until his lips reached my own and once our kiss blossomed into a fiery passion so did his movements, getting wilder and faster as his need to erupt inside me became frenzied. One muscle bound arm held his weight above me as he continued to take me from behind, whereas the other snaked around me, came up in between my breasts and held my neck in his hand. This primal gesture of ownership tipped me over the edge for the last time and combined with a few final thrusts we both came crying out until euphoria took over. We both collapsed onto the bed and I moaned the loss of him inside me making him chuckle.
    “It pains me more to leave the comfort of your warm body, trust me on this my love” he said before kissing my bare shoulder softly. He then gripped me under the arms and hoisted me up the bed into his arms where he could hold me close to him. I tried to control my breathing and he smoothed back my hair from where strands of it had stuck to my perspiring forehead. I looked up at him and damn him for looking like he had done a mild jog around the park. Whereas I knew I looked like some brutal drill Sargeant turned physical trainer had taken out his frustrations on me in the form of a cardio workout two press ups short of torture! In other words, I looked a mess and not the sexy kind that they portrayed in the movies. For starters when wearing my hair down, all that was needed for it to look like a great place for birds to live was a light breeze. So give me a wild sexathon and I was always going to end it looking like I was a victim to Victor Frankenstein pulling down on the electro switch.
    “Your hair looks fine, sweetheart,” Draven said and my head snapped up, eyes no doubt wide with panic.
    “I don’t need to read your thoughts to know what your over critical mind is chastising yourself for.” I frowned making him laugh before clarifying,
    “Your eyes always give you