Savage Flames

But he held back, for he wanted her to know every pleasure possible. Already he could tell she was not familiar with sexual satisfaction.

She was wildly hungry for a man. It was obvious her husband had not offered her this kind of fulfilment. He could tell that she was new at this.

It was evident in the way she gasped with his each new approach to pleasing her.

Now, as his hands cupped her full breasts, his tongue moving from one nipple to the other, he could tell this was a new experience for her by the way she seemed to marvel silently over the pleasure it gave her.

The realization gave him double pleasure.

He kissed her again as his lean, sinewy buttocks moved, thrusting him into her. She locked her legs around him so that he could move more deeply within her.

And when he reached that sensitive place within a woman that he knew would bring her immense pleasure, he stroked it skillfully, and kissed heragain as she gasped and moaned and clung to him.

He swept his arms around her and cradled her there, marveling that she was so deeply hungry for his loving.

He was so happy that he was the man who was giving her such pleasure for the first time, ever. He knew now what she wanted, and vowed he would give it to her.

He wanted her to be happy…to be fulfilled. He wanted her always to know that he was there for her, in every way.

His tongue brushed her lips lightly.

Then he whispered against them. “I want you now. Are you ready?” He knew she was. But he wanted to be certain.

“Yes, yes…” Lavinia groaned. “Please, now…” Lavinia’s mind seemed to splinter with sensation as she discovered the true meaning of passion…of intense loving…of giving!

She clung to him as he buried his face next to her neck and she knew that he was finding his own deepest pleasure. He thrust more deeply than before, over and over again, her moans proving that she was giving back to a man for the first time.

And she treasured this moment with him!

She would never forget it.

Afterward, they lay together, breathing hard.

It was so different with Wolf Dancer than with her husband.

If it had been Virgil who’d taken such pleasure,he would already be gone, leaving her alone and unfulfilled. Instead, Wolf Dancer was holding her tightly as though he never wanted to let her go.

She brushed his lips lightly with kisses. She was flooded with emotions she could not even begin to thank him for.

She truly was a woman now, and she would continue to know a woman’s pleasure as long as she had Wolf Dancer to love her.

“I would like to stay here the rest of the day,” Lavinia said as Wolf Dancer rolled away from her and lay on his side, gazing at her with his mystical green eyes.

“I would as well, but there is something planned for today that I have not yet told you,” Wolf Dancer said, sitting up as she propped herself up beside him.

“What is it?” Lavinia murmured, welcoming a blanket around her shoulders as she became aware of the coolness of the room.

“I have asked Shining Soul to cast a spell on Hiram Price,” Wolf Dancer said. He saw shock in her expression. “We should be there, a part of it.”

“A spell?” Lavinia gasped. “Of what sort?”

She didn’t want to be afraid of this side of the Seminole’s beliefs, yet she was, a little. But she knew that whatever Wolf Dancer had planned with his shaman, it could not be harmful to her.

“Are you hesitant to join me as Shining Soul casts his spell?” he asked, reaching up and gently pushing her long hair back from her shoulders.

“If I am with you, nothing will frighten me,” she murmured.

“Something good for you and your daughter will come of this,” Wolf Dancer said, putting his arms around her and drawing her into his embrace. “We must eat, get dressed, and go tell Shining Soul that we are ready to sit with him as he casts his spell.”