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filled her from such a position. And when he leaned over her, kissing her shoulder as his hand moved to her sex to fondle her clitoris, she could only close her eyes as her moan caught in her throat.
    He kept her hanging on the edge of her climax, wringing cry after cry from her. She shook with the force of her need, and all the while she silently begged for more.
    “You were made for me,” he whispered, his voice harsh from his own desire.
    She wanted to agree, but the words wouldn’t form. Jules dug her fingers in the earth as he took her even higher, daring her to follow him.
    And she would. She would go anywhere Cristian led her.
    “This is what you need every day. Me. You need me, Juliann.”
    She nodded. He grabbed her hips and slammed into her again and again. The feel of his flesh hitting the back of her thighs only made her blood burn hotter.
    Then he was leaning over her again, his hands teasing her nipples until they were turgid peaks. “I can give you this.”
    Jules opened her mouth to tell him how much she wanted that when he squeezed her nipples. The pain mixed with the pleasure made her cry out.
    “Tell me what you want,” he urged breathlessly.
    It made her heart pound to know he was as affected as she by their lovemaking. “You,” she managed to get out.
    He pulled out of her only to thrust deep. “You have me.”
    Jules’s heart skipped a beat at the honesty in his words. She knew Cristian’s statement had been more than just about his body. It nearly caused her to orgasm right then.
    He knew her body so well that he instantly stopped moving. Jules cried out and tried to rock back against him, but his strong hands kept her hips still.
    The only sound was their harsh breaths and her heart pounding in her ears. Since he wouldn’t let her move, she did the only thing she could. She clamped down on his cock.
    Cristian groaned and whispered her name, his voice harsh with need. He began to plunge inside her, his arousal stroking her flesh until she was in a fever pitch.
    “Now, Jules. Come with me now.”
    As if his words had finally released her, the climax swept her. It was so powerful, so consuming she couldn’t move. When Cristian gave a final thrust so they peaked together, she felt a second wave take her.
    They soared together, their bodies, hearts, and souls bonded with invisible strings. They were slow to come back down after such a high.
    Jules found it difficult to breath after such an experience. She said not a word as Cristian pulled out of her and then rolled to his side, pulling her with him as he did. She snuggled against him, hating that she loved the feel of his strong arms around her as her head lay on his chest, listening to his heart beat.
    It would be so easy to give her future to him, and she feared she may have already fallen for him even when she hadn’t meant to. How had one man come to mean so much to her in just a few days?
    A smile tugged at her lips when his hand began to play with her hair. She didn’t fight the sleep that began to pull at her.
     
    * * * *
     
    When Jules woke, it was to find herself alone. She rose up on her elbows and glanced around the dense Carpathian forest. There was no sign of Cristian.
    Slowly, she began to dress, all the while telling herself that Cristian would never leave her stranded as the men had done. He would be back. She had no doubt.
    But an hour later, she began to worry that she was truly alone on the mountain with a creature she had no way of battling. She walked from one symbol to another in a vain attempt to calm herself. When all she managed to do was work herself up into a mass of anxiety.
    Her head jerked around when something moved through the forest. Her blood began to pound loudly in her ears as she expected to see the Wendigo at any moment. Only it was Cristain who burst through the trees.
    She sighed in relief, too frightened to be angry with him.
    “I’m sorry I left without waking you, but you needed the rest,” he