Savage Beloved

Candy found herself lost to Two Eagles, heart and soul, as he eased her down onto the soft pelts. He stretched out atop her, their bodies molded together as he cradled her close.

“Are you certain you are ready?” Two Eagles asked huskily as he searched her eyes with his. “I am the first with you and I want to be the last. But . . . are . . . you ready?”

Candy felt all bubbly, and the way he was looking at her created a small flutter deep in her belly. “I am ready,” she murmured, gasping when his manhood touched her hot, moist entrance. She felt dizzy with a need that was new to her, yet a need that must be filled, and only by the man she adored.

And when she felt his fingers where no man’s hands had been before, she could not deny the exquisite sensations that were blossoming where his hand caressed.

As he brought his lips to hers in a passionate-hot kiss, an erotic heat knifed through Candy’s body, stabbing deep into her secret place. She sighed when she felt his manhood move slowly into her.

She clung to him and cried out against his lips when she felt a sudden stab of pain, a pain that changed quickly to something beautiful and sweet as he began his rhythmic thrusts, reaching deep into her.

His tongue brushed her lips lightly as he filled his hands with her breasts, kneading their soft fullness.

She had not been prepared for this intense pleasure; she wondered how she’d ever lived without it; without him.

But he was there now, giving her more loving and pleasure than she had ever known possible. The euphoria that filled her entire being was almost more than she could bear. When he leaned his head lower and swirled his tongue across a breast, sucking its nipple into his mouth, she couldn’t think anymore. She was all feelings—wonderful, beautiful feelings.

She arched her back and clenched her fists as his body continued to move, sending his manhood deeper, thrusting, ever thrusting . . . his lips on hers again, kissing her with passion. She was liquid inside, and heat was spreading inexorably through her.

Frantic with his need of her, Two Eagles held her tightly against him, his manhood filling her, his strokes speeding up and going deeper and deeper into her warmth. Her inward flesh sucked at his, making him grow almost wild with the blaze of desire firing his insides.

He had never felt like this before. All women before Candy paled in comparison. He had never felt so alive. So needed.

His fingers caressed her breasts, and then he lowered his lips over one breast, his tongue flicking. He moved his hands to her back, making a slow, sensuous descent along her spine.

There was a stirring of fire within Candy, fanned to roaring flame by his caresses. A blaze of desire fired her insides. She reached out for him. He gazed into her eyes and felt her need.

His mouth closed hard upon hers, taking hers savagely in his. Her warm breath mingled with his as they clung, kissed, caressed, and he filled her with his heat over and over again in maddening thrusts.

Both drugged with passion, they reached that place of euphoria together, their bodies straining as his thrusts sank over and over into her, until they fell apart and lay on their backs, breathing hard.

After finally getting her breath, Candy turned on her side and gazed at Two Eagles, marveling at what they had just shared.

“My body . . .” she murmured. “I am stunned by how it can feel. It was so beautiful . . . such a splendid joy.”

Two Eagles laughed softly. He reached a hand to her cheek. “My woman, your body, you, are beautiful,” he said thickly. He pulled her closer. He kissed her. Then he gazed into her eyes again.

“Your passions were always there, lying smoldering just under the surface, waiting for the right man to awaken them,” he said huskily.

“And there you are, the perfect man to awaken them,” she murmured. She closed her eyes and shuddered sensually as his hand swept down her spine again, in soft caresses. “Yes . . . the perfect man,” she sighed. “My man . . .”

“For always,” Two Eagles said.

He swept her beneath him.

As he filled her again with his heat, she sought his mouth with a wildness and desperation she would never have believed possible.

She clung to him, their bodies moving rhythmically together, and again she felt the wonders of what his body could do to hers.

She shuddered, arched, and cried out against his lips, their climax almost instantaneous.

Candy marveled at it, finding it, ah, so wonderfully complete!

They clung for a while longer, then rolled apart, breathing hard.

She still felt as though she were floating above herself because the joy within her was so wonderful. This first time making love with a man had been so beautiful. Two Eagles had been so gentle and sweet. He had given her everything, even though he was a powerful chief who watched out for many people whose lives depended on him and the decisions he made.

This wonderful man not only also looked after Candy’s welfare, but he loved her as no man ever loved a woman before. It was in the way he looked at her, the way he held her, and now . . . the way he made love with her.