Free Once upon a Dream by Nora Roberts Page B

traced one finger down through the air between them. Her clothes vanished.

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    â€œO H !” THIS TIME she instinctively covered herself. “You might have warned me.”
    â€œI’ll have you bathed in moonlight, and dressed in star-shine.”
    She felt a tug, gentle but insistent, on her hands. Her arms lowered, spread out as if drawn by silken rope. “Flynn.”
    â€œLet me touch you.” He kept his eyes on hers as he stepped forward, as he traced his fingertips down her throat, over the swell of her breasts. “Excite you.” He took her mouth in quick, little bites. “Possess you.”
    Something slid through her mind, her body, at the same time. A coiled snake of heat that bound both together. The rise of it, so fast, so sharp, slashed through her. She hadn’t the breath to cry out, she could only moan.
    He had barely touched her.
    â€œHow can you…how could I—”
    â€œI want to show you more this time.” Now his hands were on her, rough and insistent. Her skin was so soft, sofragrant. In the moonlight it gleamed so that wherever he touched, the warmth bloomed on it. Roses on silk. “I want to take more this time.”
    For a second time he took her flying. Though her feet never left the ground, she spun through the air. A fast, reckless journey. His mouth was on her, devouring flesh. She had no choice but to let him feed. And his greed erased her past reason so that her one desire was to be consumed.
    Abandoning herself to it, she let her head fall back, murmuring his name like a chant as he ravished her.
    He mated his mind with hers, thrilling to every soft cry, every throaty whimper. She stood open to him in the moonlight, soaked with pleasure and shuddering from its heat.
    And such was his passion for her that his fingers left trails of gold over her damp flesh, trails that pulsed, binding her in tangled ribbons of pleasure.
    When his mouth found hers again, the flavor exploded, sharp and sweet. Drunk on her, he lifted them both off the ground.
    Now freed, her arms came tight around him, her nails scraping as she sought to hold, sought to find. She was hot against him, wet against him, her hips arching in rising demand.
    He drove himself into her, one desperate thrust, then another. Another. With her answering beat for urgent beat, he let the animal inside him spring free.
    His mind emptied but for her and that primal hunger they shared. The forest echoed with a call of triumph as that hunger swallowed them both.
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    She lay limp, useless. Used. A thousand wild horses could have stampeded toward her, and she wouldn’t have moved a muscle.
    The way Flynn had collapsed on her, and now lay like the dead, she imagined he felt the same.
    â€œI’m so sorry,” she said on a long, long sigh.
    â€œSorry?” He slid his hand through the grass until it covered hers.
    â€œUmm. So sorry for the women who don’t have you for a lover.”
    He made a sound that might have been a chuckle. “Generous of you, mavourneen . I prefer being smug that I’m the only man who’s had the delights of you.”
    â€œI saw stars. And not the ones up there.”
    â€œSo did I. You’re the only one who’s given me the stars.” He stirred, pressing his lips to the side of her breast before lifting his head. “And you give me an appetite as well—for all manner of succulent things.”
    â€œI suppose that means you want your supper and we have to go back.”
    â€œWe have to do nothing but what pleases us. What would you like?”
    â€œAt the moment? I’d settle for some water. I’ve never been so thirsty.”
    â€œWater, is it?” He angled his head, grinned. “That I can give you, and plenty.” He gathered her up and rolled. She managed a scream, and he a wild laugh, as they tumbled off the bank and hit the water of the pool with a splash.
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    It seemed miraculous to Kayleen how