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you belong with us now.”
    Before she could utter a single protest, he covered her lips with his. Ever so gently, he kissed her sweet mouth, allowing his tongue to stroke her full bottom lip. When her lips parted, he slid his tongue inside the tiniest amount before withdrawing it again. He did that over and over, content just to taste her. Mint and warm female coated his tongue as he continued to taste her mouth.
    He almost smiled when her head and shoulders rose slightly off the ground to take him deeper, but she didn’t wait for him. Instead, she thrust her tongue boldly into his mouth. Pressing her body back down against the grass, he slanted his lips over hers and stroked her tongue with his.
    Blood pumped through his veins as desire consumed him. His cock was rock hard and throbbing against the front laces of his pants. Angling his hips, he rubbed his arousal against her hip as he consumed her mouth. The soft sounds of desire that came from her only fueled the flames licking at his body.
    Growling, he tore his lips from hers and kissed his way down her slender neck and across her fragile collarbone. The garment she wore was silky, but thin. Her breasts were soft mounds against it and her hard nipples were pushing against the fabric. He had to see them. Had to know what they looked like, felt like. He needed to know what color they were and how they tasted.
    Her fingers tangled in his hair as his tongue traced one straining bud through the fragile material. Opening his mouth over it, he covered as large an area as he could and suckled her. He could hear her panting for breath and feel the rise and fall of her chest as he slipped his hand beneath the fabric and pushed it upward. He pulled his mouth away long enough so that he could push the garment over both breasts, freeing them for his inspection.
    They were perfect. Two firm mounds of pale flesh, tipped with large nipples the same color as a pale pink rose. Cupping one of them in his hand, he again marveled at the softness of her skin. His thumb skimmed the tip and she cried out.
    He raised his gaze to hers and thought then that he’d never seen a more beautiful sight. Jane was sprawled against the green of the grass with the scent of crushed wildflowers flowing around her. The sun shone down from the blue sky, bathing her in its golden rays. Her eyes were closed, her head was tilted back and her lips were parted as she panted for breath.
    Her legs moved restlessly against his as he bent his head and traced one of her pretty pink nipples with his mouth even as he continued to pleasure the other one with his hand. She was so amazingly responsive to his every touch. He was absolutely enthralled watching her. His own desire was beating down on him, gnawing at his gut, but still he wanted her pleasure first.
    Taking the tight bud into his mouth, he suckled her. He slid his hand downward, tugging at the tie of her pants. Shoving the material away, he pushed his hand down over her stomach until his fingers touched her pubic hair. Brushing his fingers over the downy covering, he sifted his fingers through the soft curls to the treasure below. Her legs parted as he stroked the swollen flesh of her sex. She was hot and wet and ready.
    His cock jerked in his pants and he ground it hard against her side as he groaned. He’d come in his pants like some callow youth if he weren’t careful. Nuzzling the underside of her breast, he took a deep breath and then another. His balls were so heavy they ached. He shifted his body to try and relieve some of the pressure. It helped. But not much.
    Zaren eased one of his fingers inside her. Her inner muscles pulsed around it. Using his thumb, he found the hard nub of her clitoris, massaging it gently. Jane jerked her hips. “More,” she sighed. He gave her what she wanted, pushing another finger into her tight pussy.
    Licking the outline of her areola, he flicked his tongue over the hard tip before drawing it back into his mouth, suckling