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completely at home. A brook rippled over rocks at her feet, splashing and bubbling filling the air with soothing calm. The dim half-light of early morning swirled visibly around her as the chill of the morning made her breath into clouds. But she still wasn’t cold.
     
    He was here. This had been his home.
     
    His smile was tender, but the heat in his eyes had been the tinder to set her aflame. There was only a few feet separating them, and yet it was suddenly an untamed river of swirling depths. The stream had become a ravine a thousand feet deep and dark. Only the bravest adventurer could make such a crossing.
     
    He wasn’t terribly tall, or terribly broad, but he held a quiet strength within that called out to her. Skin like old wood polished to a luscious gleam and long dark hair that caught the red tint of the coming sunrise. And from head to toe, he wore only that gentle smile. The muscles of his chest called to be touched, the trunks of his thighs begged to have her wrap around them. Dark hair led in a tantalizing path from his navel to the pulsing cock that thrust toward her, weeping with want.
     
    Tearing her eyes away from his body, she looked down at herself and found that she was equally nude, wrapped in nothing but a long curtain of brown hair, a style she’d left behind long ago when Jimmy had died. She was nothing special, nothing alluring like the mysterious man on the other side of the water. But somehow, she knew he wanted her.
     
    He held out a hand, beckoning her to cross, and she resisted, sure she would fall to her death. But the hand intrigued her. Beautiful, sensual fingers would be fascinating enough, but these were glowing. Threads of light entwined around his skin, light that she knew she recognized, but her mind fled from why. She only knew that she was afraid to get any closer.
     
    Then he took a step toward her, and she threw herself forward, desperate to stop this man from falling to his death, even if it caused her own. She had to protect him!
     
    They met in the middle, bare feet sunk in the icy cold of the babbling brook. There was no chasm, no rapids, no real risk. Her pounding heart slowed slightly, terror and panic subsiding with the feel of the pebbles beneath her feet. But the man in her arms would not let her heart rest for long. He blew softly in her ear, and though he spoke only a word, his breath carried a thousand promises. Safety. Happiness. Fulfillment. Love.
     
    She didn’t believe in love anymore. But she couldn’t deny the feel of his lips on her neck gave her goose bumps, and the warmth flooding her body was welcome after years and years of cold. Her arms wrapped around his ribs, her breasts were crushed against his chest and it felt like this was the way she was supposed to be. His hands roamed over her back, cupping the curves of her ass with firm possession. He felt so damn good.
     
    His cock pressed hard against her stomach, and all she wanted was to have him inside her, to see the hard planes of his face tense with his orgasm, to see his eyes—oh those green eyes. She was lost for a moment, held suspended over the chasm once again as those eyes pierced her soul. Green wrapped around her like the strongest vine, pulling her forward almost against her will.
     
    Then his lips had captured hers and her own eyes fluttered closed. She ceased trying to understand or trying to fight. She was bound to this man. Her hands moved up his back, burying themselves in the thick lushness of his hair, pulling him closer to her, unable and unwilling to let him go.
     
    The kiss was hot and wet and unending. Quick breaths for air were the only interruptions to the dance of tongue and teeth, the teasing of lips and the torture of nips and bites and sighs and low, deep laughter. His hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs drawing tight circles over her nipples. Soon, her knees seemed to shake beneath her and he knelt, bringing her with him.
     
    The cold water of the stream