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name.”
    Tania came up for air as the bubbling
brook cascaded around her neck, “Do your worst,” she gasped. She
had repeated Aristo’s words that she had never heard before. The
magic connection between them was strong. It was as if Tania had
heard every word, felt every sensation that Aristo had dealt with.
From the very beginning, Tania and Aristo had shared something
special. She knew no Dragon Mother magic would ever sever their
bond.
    “Mmm, I shall do that and more…” his
voice was raspy and breathy. Aristo dug his knees into her hips to
open her legs. She didn’t need the coaxing. Just the feel of Aristo
on top of her once more sent her into a lust-filled fog. She didn’t
know which way was up or down nor did she care. There was nothing
else better than Aristo’s touch, dominance, and love.
    His soft, puffy lips found her ear
lobe. He nibbled gently at first, and then tugged on her ear,
sucking it inside his warm mouth. Tania hissed as the heat from his
mouth mingled with the cool water. Chills erupted along her arms
and chest but it was more than just cold that had her
shivering.
    Aristo had a way with his tongue. It
darted to and fro and slid along her shoulder blades, circling
around her muscles. She tried to turn around in order to face him,
gaze into those dark, ebon eyes, but he would have none of it. He
kept her face down, her arms and legs splayed to either side. This
was his game. He was the Master here. He was her Lord and she was
his willing conquest.
    His teeth dragged along her spine while
his hands held her wrists steady. She was not allowed to
move.
    He groaned the more he kissed her, “I
have missed you,” he whispered. His lips quivered on her spine and
Tania felt the hesitation. There was much more he wished to tell
her, something more intimate that mere pillow-talk but the moment
quickly passed and once again the heat from his mouth ignited her
fire.
    “Oh, how I missed your taste…” he
sniffed her skin, “your smell…”
    Aristo’s tongue circled lower until he
paused on the mounds of her buttocks. Tania whimpered. She could
feel his stare boring straight through her like a strike of
lightning tearing apart a withered towering tree, “My beautiful
lover…you are but gorgeous.” He moaned as his gaze wound over her
nude form.
    Tania echoed his longing sighs. He was
teasing her and it was driving her mad. She wished she could throw
herself on him and make love to him until the moon shattered in the
sky but his power overwhelmed her and she desperately wanted him to
take her without consequence. She yearned for his
dominion.
    And just like a true mate, he knew her
dark desires. Aristo felt her blood rush toward her core and he
knew she was ready. There would be no foreplay. He did not wish to
waste time on such luxuries. Instead, he was eager to plow deep
inside, to reforge the love connection that he had been
missing.
    Aristo balanced himself on his forearms
as the brook flowed steadily over Tania’s bare back. The stream
seemed to follow her curved form like a delicate finger tracing
over her fine lines. Aristo suddenly growled and yanked Tania close
toward him. He dove inside her without warning, without
tenderness.
    Tania screamed even as her breath was
knocked aside. She could barely gasp as the large rock-hard member
of her claimed lover thrust deeply. She muttered and moaned,
babbled and whispered nonsensical words the more Aristo plunged.
Wild noises of the dark forest beat in time with her pounding
heart. It was as if the wilderness was playing a symphony for her
to make love to. If the sex wasn’t so rough, she would have said
the act was a beautiful ballet.
    Another thrust pulled Tania out of her
reverie. She squirmed under Aristo who snarled his ecstasy. She
could feel his rapture and she knew he was close. His snarls turned
into growls and they were not growls of rhapsody. They were growls
of protection—ownership.
    The water immediately stopped churning
and