“And what about you, and your family?” he asked, kissing her neck in such an exquisite way, her body erupted in butterflies.
“My family? Now, that is a good question. I mean, they thought they sold my contract, so I hope they are happy when I return home.” She had reservations that they would think there was something underhand going on. Never in their wildest dreams would they expect their daughter to turn up, so soon before the end of her contract, with a pride leader in tow.
“Surely they will be pleased.” His hands began exploring her body, and she sighed contentedly.
“Can we forget about families for now, and fights that have to be won, and just be two people who have found each other under the stars?” She leaned back on his shoulder and turned her head so his lips could meet hers.
An electrifying pulse ignited the flames of desire that burned for him. A deep need unfurled, to thread through her veins, setting her nerve endings on fire. Every part of her clamoured to be touched by him, to feel his hands brush her skin.
Kane slipped one hand inside her shirt and cupped her breast, his thumb brushing her nipple, while his mouth plundered hers. His tongue slid along her lower lip, and she opened her mouth for him, allowing him to taste her fully. She met him, her tongue entwining with his, while his fingers tweaked her nipple, making her whimper against his mouth.
“I want you, Amara, here under the stars,” he whispered when their mouths parted.
She stood up, feeling confident in the waning moon as it caressed her body. Slowly, deliberately, making sure he watched her every move, she took her clothes off. Never had she felt more sensual as she did now with his eyes ravishing her body. First her shirt fell to the floor, and then she undid her pants, letting them slide down her legs. Slowly, she stepped out of them, stopping to stand upright, her hands on the clasp of her bra. Kane watched, shuffling uncomfortably, the hardness of his cock wanting release.
When she unclasped her bra, and her breasts spilled forward, he licked his lips and she wanted him to taste them. Going to him, she straddled him, sitting in his lap, her clit pressed against his hardness. She made small movements, using her body to increase their arousal, while he lowered his head and kissed her nipples, nipping her flesh, teasing her, until she ached for him to be inside her.
Slipping backwards, with his arms around her so she didn’t fall off, she undid his pants, freeing his long, thick cock. It stood hard and erect, desperate to be sheathed in her warm, moist sex. Lifting herself up, he guided his cock, so when she lowered herself again, he inched inside her.
They both gasped at the sensation, the day’s stresses forgotten as she went lower and lower, his cock filling her.
“Oh, that’s good,” he said, and his hands gripped her hips, helping her to move with a rhythm that brought their arousal to fever pitch. Up and down, she lowered her body, until she was completely impaled on him. Then she began to rock her hips, stretching her sex around him.
She laced her hands behind his neck, her mouth seeking his, while his hands moved to her breasts. He was inside her and all around her, taking her to new heights, and following wherever she went until they exploded in unison.
Amara threw her head back, the stars above her head bright and cold, shining down on them as they celebrated the warmth of their love. She wanted to cry out, and tell the world she had found her man, her mate, but she was acutely aware of Frasier, only a mile or so away. So she bit his neck, burying her head in his collarbone while her orgasm carried her away into the night.
“We should get back,” he said.
“I know, but it’s nice being here with you, just the two of us.”
He kissed her. “One day, we will be carefree and happy, but right now I have things I need to do,” he said.
“A destiny to be filled.” She kissed his neck, breathing in the scent of him.
“I never knew I would have a destiny,” he said. “I always thought I would spend my days sitting at a desk, or in the boardroom. My uncle kept the secret so well.”
“Do you think there are other secrets he keeps?” Amara asked.
Kane stared up at her, his face lit by the moon. “You mean about the night when my father was murdered?”
“Yes,” she said.
“I’ve given it a lot of thought. And I think that whatever happened, whatever guilt he carried, that by taking me away and keeping me safe, he has done his penance. Being here under the stars, running free, well, I don’t know how he gave it up. I don’t know how he has denied himself everything that he is.”
“Including his mate,” she said, brushing Kane’s hair back and kissing him.
“Including his mate,” Kane murmured. “I don’t know how he lives without her love.”
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