Savage Beloved

“Yet you will keep their chief busy doing things he hungers to do before he resumes his duties to his people,” he said, tossing her clothes aside. “My duties first today are to you.”

“Your duty?” Candy murmured, laughing softly. “Am I a duty?”

She gasped with pleasure and forgot her question when he lowered h

is lips to a breast and flicked his tongue over and around the nipple.

Matching passion with passion, he brought his mouth down on hers and pressed a warm kiss to her parted lips.

Her body pliant in his arms, Candy gasped when he slid his manhood into her and began his rhythmic strokes, every thrust promising rapture.

Very aware of her warm flesh around his swollen, throbbing member, he moved and slid and quietly groaned. He reached a hand down between them and stroked the soft golden patch of hair between her thighs, eliciting a moan of ecstasy from her when his fingertips found her tiny bud of pleasure and caressed it.

“My love. . . .” Candy whispered against his lips. “What you are doing to me—”

“You feel it,” he whispered back. “You feel all of it.”

“Yes, oh, yes,” she said, giving a cry of sweet agony when he slid his lips downward, across the hollow of her throat, and then brushed his tongue across the smooth, glossy skin of one breast.

She clung to him as he kissed the nipple, sucking it, then flicking it with his tongue, all the while his heat was moving in even strokes within her.

Candy was almost mindless with pleasure as she was suddenly overcome by an almost unbearably sweet pain. The fire was burning higher and higher within her.

Two Eagles paused for a moment, then again pressed endlessly deeper within her. His shoulders swayed with his own passion. Beads of sweat broke out across his brow.

Aflame with spiraling need, Candy moved her body sensuously against Two Eagles’s, very aware of how their naked flesh seemed to fuse, their bodies sucking at each other, flesh against flesh, in sensual pleasure.

Candy’s breath was ragged as surges of ecstasy welled within her. She felt his body tremble, and just as she reached that wondrous peak of ultimate passion, he held her, and they both went over the edge into total ecstasy.

Breathing hard, they fell away from one another.

“Will all mornings begin like this after I am your wife?” Candy asked, still feeling a sensual tingling at the juncture of her thighs, where he had fed her hungers with the wonders of his body.

“Is that what you would want?” Two Eagles asked, slowly running a hand across her belly, then caressing her love bud with a finger, eliciting a guttural moan from deep inside Candy.

“It would be all I need to exist,” Candy said huskily, her heart throbbing hard as she felt the pleasure rising again where he still caressed her.

“You would need no food, no water, no—?” he began, but she interrupted him by sealing his lips with a finger.

“I would need nothing else but you,” she said, feeling the heat rush to her cheeks as pleasure spread within her.

She reached down and took his hand away.

Then she placed her hand around his manhood, which was grown again to its full size, hot and throbbing against the palm of her hand.

Oh, so wanting him again, she guided him inside her, her legs spreading out more widely in order to allow him to move further inside her this time.

“It is so wonderful,” she sighed, closing her eyes as he kissed her hard, his body moving rhythmically against hers until again they reached that plateau of pleasure that only those who were truly in love could experience.

Again they lay together, filled with love and devotion for one another. Then Candy looked toward the entrance flap when she heard the commotion of the women returning from the fields.

She gazed up at Two Eagles. “So soon?” she asked, an eyebrow arched. “Did they harvest the corn this quickly?”

“They only brought back what will be required for today’s roast. They will return another day and complete the harvest,” he said, smiling into her eyes. “That day the women will gladly accept your help, for there is much corn to be taken from the fields for storage for the long winter ahead.”

“I will gladly do anything that is asked of me, for I want to be fully accepted by the women of your village,” she murmured. She blushed. “And, of course, the men.”

“You have already been accepted,” Two Eagles said. “By everyone.”