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be—she couldn’t get enough of his taste and touch. Sensations washed over her. Skin to hot skin. The taste of cinnamon and smell of heated iron in the forge. The musk of an aroused male. She planted kisses along his sculpted jaw, then moaned when he dropped his head to suckle the delicate skin of her neck. Her pulse raced with the beating of the great heart of the earth, and she felt that pulse center, wild and wanton, in the slick throb of her womb. She needed him to fill that empty space, even as he needed her to fill his empty heart.
    He pulled away and took a deep shuddering breath. “After three hundred years, I am made new again. Forgive me—”
    “There is nothing to forgive. Let yourself go.”
    “Alice. Love.” His arms shook. He lifted her and pulled her down, hard and fast, on his shaft. He pierced her center, and she almost thought she’d split in two like an oak tree hit by lightning. She kissed him to chase the brief pain away. “Is it too much?” he asked. He kissed a tear from the crease of her eye.
    “Too much.” His artist hands kneaded her tense shoulders. They worked their magic down her back, coaxing her body to accept him. Her inner muscles relaxed. Her insides turned to liquid need. The urge to move gripped her. She pushed his shoulders trying to angle herself higher. “No, more . Lady be, can’t you move faster?”
    “Yes, ma’am.” Laughing, he rolled them to the ground so that she straddled him. Her knees sank into the soft moss. He twined their fingers together, giving her support, and showed her how to ride him. She was struck by his generosity. Here he was, an ancient, deadly being, and he gave all his power to her in an instant. No man had ever valued her so highly. She had always been the Raven’s daughter. She had always had to fight to be recognized on her own merit.
    Brand saw her and only her. He didn’t care who her father was, or if a Thunderbird might be competition.
    “Come back to me, love.” Brand ran a hand over her cheek and drew her gaze back to his. “There now. A man likes to know his woman’s dreaming about him at a time like this.”
    She raised herself slowly and settled again hard. The movement shook the laughter from his face. His lips parted.
    “Better?” she asked.
    “Do that again.”
    She did, and was rewarded with his moan. Again. And again. Until her womb quivered. Her legs barely held her up. Her limbs had turned to pudding, while his body was taut as a bowstring beneath her.
    Bending, she licked the place where his neck met his shoulders. His eyes rolled in his head. “I love that I can do that to you,” she said.
    “You can do anything you like to me. I’m molten glass beneath your hands.”
    “Molten? You feel pretty hard to me.”
    His chuckle reverberated down to her thighs. “You haven’t seen anything yet—”
    “Show me.” She licked the crease of his lips. “I want to fly higher.”
    With a groan, he rolled them again, and she found herself flat on her back, legs in the air, with two hundred pounds of well-muscled man over her. “ Min lilla gull bit ,” he growled low. His powerful arms bracketed her head. His body shook from holding himself back. “You only had to ask.”
    The Animal in her loved this primitive display of possession. He was aggressive male, claiming his stake inside the warm heat of her body. He drove into her again and again, building the glowing embers to leaping flames. Frissons of energy snaked up her body and out to her fingertips. A wave of sensation engulfed her, and she cried out his name.
     
     
    Brand watched Alice shatter as the orgasm rocked her. When she opened her eyes again, they were filled with wonder. It spooked him that a sensual act would put an innocence into her gaze, when it should have taken it out. But then a slow smile swept her, and the curl of her lip and twinkle in her eye spoke of a feminine power that he could never master. She was a goddess come down to earth. What hope