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experienced a wave of sorrow and loneliness so acute that tears sprang to her eyes. As though in response, there was a moment of calm—the wind dying away to just a soft ruffle—and borne on the silence, she heard him, felt him reach for her.
    Needing Ryllio’s comfort and tenderness, Myrina turned across the field and into the woods and did not stop running until she stood, panting, before the tangle of bracken.
    Immediately the sensation of being in his arms surrounded her with joy and yearning, and she fell to her knees, looking into his beautiful face across the space separating them. Tremors racked her body, and the sound of Ryllio’s harsh breathing echoed in her head.
    “I needed you, and you came.”
    His happiness was a balm to her soul, and Myrina smiled as she slowly stripped away the concealing layers of clothing.
    “I needed you too. So very much.”
    Her words seemed to release something within him, and a rush of images akin to a storm broke over her, ravishing her senses. In moments Myrina was crying out, reaching for the culmination he commanded—demanded—of her.
    When the storm passed, she lay back, satisfied for the moment, although a small seed of discontent unfurled in her heart. How she wished she could give him the same pleasure she had received. How it hurt her so to know he could but watch her find ecstasy, when what she wished for was to be in his arms.
    As though he’d heard her thoughts, his voice drifted into her half-slumbering state:
    “How happy you make me, darling, with the unselfish sharing of your delight.”
    “But is it enough?”
    It was only a whisper, but he heard it and replied: “What I truly desire cannot be, so yes, this is enough.”
    She would give him more, she decided, so he would always hold the memory of her passion as a gift. Where before he had shown her all he would do with her if he could, she would cast her shyness aside and tell him how he made her feel.
    Cupping her breasts, pushing them together, she pinched and twisted the over-sensitive nipples and sighed. “Oh, Ryllio. How I long to know the touch of your lips, here, everywhere.”
    The sound that echoed through her mind was beyond description, dark and raw, overwhelming in its masculine desire. It spurred Myrina on, inspiring her to lift one full breast so as to touch it with the tip of her tongue. “I would hold the back of your head, my fingers tangled in your hair to embrace you closer, tighter, while I twined my legs around yours, felt the hardness of your cock against my body.”
    Ryllio made no reply, but immediately an image of what she described took shape—a confluence of his mind, and hers. It was so intense, so real , Myrina almost imagined the roughness of his legs beneath the soles of her feet, the softness of his hair entwined around her fingers.
    “I want you,” she breathed, feeling the air catch in her throat. “Inside me. But not like this.”
    Rolling onto her stomach, she thrust her buttocks in the air, reaching between her legs to press trembling fingers into her desire-slick quim. Knowing he could see her clearly in the sunlight only pushed her arousal higher. Exposed to him, she pressed one burning cheek into her cloak, feeling elation burst through her at his agonized cry of delight. Slowly she withdrew her fingers, pressed them back in, feeling the hot sheath tighten and release in waves.
    “Oh,” she cried, seeing it, feeling his hands tight against her hips, the thrust of his cock sliding hard and hot into her slick flesh. “Yes. Faster. Harder.”
    As though Ryllio felt each plunging incursion into her body, his low groans matched the tempo of her hand. Rocking her palm against the sensitive peak of flesh, feeling it harden as her release coalesced, drew tighter, closer, she cried, “Does this please you? Can you feel your cock inside me—the wetness, the desire?”
    “Yes,” he cried, just as she shattered beneath the weight of their love play, and their voices