"I'd like to keep you here, all night, in my bed." His fingers squeezed her nipples slowly as he spoke.

Her heart raced at the thought of it. She groaned and leaned back against the pillows.

He slid a cold piece of mango against her throat then leaned over to eat it from her skin. The sensation of his grabbing mouth against her throat sent a wild thread of electricity across her chest.

"We'll be together at the weekend," she murmured.

"I can hardly wait." He looked at her again.

She nodded, her breasts rising and falling with desire.

He sank down to kiss her cleavage, pushing the material of her top down with his chin. His lips were like steel branding her with his mark. She wanted him to brand her everywhere. He lifted his head and began to rip the top with his hands, tearing the material slowly, revealing her naked skin inch by inch.

The sound seemed to twitch inside her sex. It begged to be opened up to him too. Her body curved up to him on the bed as he took her naked nipples into his mouth in turn. As he sucked it tugged deep inside her and she whispered her need close to his ear.

He leaned back and began to undo the buttons of her trousers. She hummed her approval and wriggled free of the material. He touched her mound, as if testing the fruit for ripeness then reached to the platter and brought a slice of guava to her mouth. She bit into it. Its spongy flesh was ice-cold and she tore it gently from his fingers. She took the next piece of fruit from his hand and offered it to his mouth.

"We could be on a tropical island now...the heat, the flavors, the storm that's coming."

He knew which storm she meant, but he shook his head. "No. We are only borrowing the flavors. The real heat is our own." His voice led a tremor through her body. She was unable to reply. "Anyway, if it were a tropical island I would have to protect your pale skin from the wicked sun." His hands spread a sticky path across her body, her skin sticking eagerly to his fingers. "I would rather take you to a beach in winter. A snow filled beach...where it would be so cold you would need me to keep you warm."

Her eyes closed as his fingers trail

ed their sticky prints along the insides of her thighs. As her lids lowered she saw Blayne Castle imprinted there. It stood near a windswept cove. In her mind's eye she could see the snow falling.

"I think I know the place," she murmured, as his juicy fingers met the juice that came from within her.

"Will you show it to me?" he asked, his fingers paused.

"Maybe." She smiled at him.

He stared at her, his eyes flashing with passion, with warmth and humor, then reached for another slice of mango and touched it along her pussy lips.

It was cool torture to her and she moaned quietly against the back of her hand. He slid it gently inside her. It was cold and firm against her hot skin. She stirred her hips. She wanted to plunge down onto his hand, but she also wanted to beg for something else. Her whole body throbbed with heat that emanated from a heavy spot within her womb.

"It wouldn't be too cold for you?" He was smiling wickedly at her as he moved the mango inside her.

The cool, fleshy fruit and the tease of his fingers brought about a sense of desperation. The air crackled with the imminent storm. A thunderbolt rumbled in.

"No, not with you there to warm me."

He dropped down to eat the mango from her, the heat of his lips and tongue taking the coolness away and replacing it with a heat and energy equal to her own.

He drew her first climax from her with his mouth, teasing the anxious surface of her sex folds with his tongue and inviting them to enjoy his caresses. He sucked gently at her, taking her juice from her inner sex and offering it to her ripe clitoris with his cupped lips.

She was buoyed up, weightless—strung out by the dynamism and intensity of his touch on her sex. There seemed to be a direct link between him and the thunderous skies over their heads, through the medium of her body. As she lifted, and came, Abby heard the sound of her own voice echoing through the room, like a rain bird in flight above them.

They lay still together for a moment until a flash of lightning began a new moment, a new movement. They shed their remaining clothes and embraced one another as the flashes of electric light captured them in the flow of the elements—the elements outside and those within. They were driven, fuelled by the energy of nature. They climbed over one another, searched deep, reached further. As the skies began to open and the rain started, she rode him, and their naked bodies slid together in frantic movements, sweat-drenched movements. They sought the prize. They offered it to one another.

He rose up and she locked her legs around his hips when she saw the look of intense need in his face. He sat up into her embrace and reached for her breasts, sliding his hands over their hot damp surface, reaching for her throat.

She looked down at him and peeled his damp hair from his face, her hips rocking back and forth. His gaze locked with hers and his hands twined around her neck as she moved against the full shaft of him inside her. The climax was coming close. A trickle of sweat gleamed on the bone of his temple and she reached down to take it with her tongue, arching her body over him. He sank his head into her neck, his arms enclosing her, locking them together. The sounds in his throat were pleasured, pained.

She felt her womb begin to contract and her arms locked over his back as her flesh tightened around his cock.

"Zac," she whispered, "come to me now." Her nails flew across the skin of his back, and he came right at the moment she wanted him to.

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