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care before he answered. “You are wrong, my love. I rode all night to see you.”
                  Wren sat half way up. “Darling! You must be utterly exhausted. Are you hungry? I can call the cook.”
                  Bruce shook his head and then pushed her back onto the pillows. “The cook cannot make me what a crave.”
                  “Oh, I assure you he can, sir. It’s but yet an hour till he rises. Would you rather him prepare breakfast or stew?”
                  Bruce only laughed. Her play at innocence delighted him. She was no innocent but her desire to comfort him and please him only made him more randy.
                  “Bird,” he replied flatly.
                  “Bird? A nice pheasant then?” Wren sat up again, determined to throw on her dressing gown and order the cook to work.
                  He let out a raucous belly laugh. Wren’s eyebrows snapped together. He laughed again at the concern in her face. He knew she was only trying to please him, but there was only one thing that could whet his appetite.
                  “I detest pheasant.”
                  “Oh. You do? I find it delightful and rather . . .”
                  Bruce silenced her by grabbing a fistful of ebony curls, covering her mouth with his own and guiding back onto to the bed. With his other hand he pulled the thin batiste up over her hips and above her flat belly. His cock laid fat and throbbing on her smooth thigh. Wren gasped when his warm hand covered her, teasing her with his fingertips. She rose in answer. Bruce kissed his way to her ear, blowing softly, nibbling on her tender earlobe, licking the concave flesh behind her ear .
                  “Ahh, Bruce.”
                  “My love,” he whispered as he worked his way down her elegant neck. He stopped to suck at the pulsing where twirls of flowery scented skin wafted into the most savage corners of his being. He could smell her rich blood beneath. Sweet and smooth, ripe and warm. He longed for a taste. To bite her, sink his teeth into her heated flesh and drink her in. It was a common practice among lions during mating. Many times he had sunk his canines into the sandy, musty fur of his lover’s neck and shoulders while riding her. The scent of her sex coupled with the tangy, melon flavor of her warm blood only added to his arousal. He longed to bite Wren and taste all that her lust held for him. He couldn’t help himself. Once it became his desire, he could not stop himself. He kissed and licked the vein throbbing in her neck, sucking it to numb the pain. Wren writhed beneath him, begging and moaning. She wrapped both legs around his torso. He could feel her dripping with wicked want, panting quick puffs of scalding breath into the tepid air around them.
                  Bruce wanted her seduced, numb, on the edge of swooning.
                  “Please, darling, now. I beg of you, sir.”
                  “Soon my sweet, soon,” he whispered between more licks, more nips at her ears and neck.
                  Even Bruce could hear her heart beating beneath him, thumping like a scared jack rabbit, pumping for him, anxious and excited. He loved how this woman wanted him. How she begged for him, pleading as if she’d lose her mind if he didn’t satisfy her immediately.
                  Bruce had seduced dozens of women before choosing to live as an animal in the wilds of Afri ca , but none thrilled him more than this beauty. One smile from her sent his heart reeling and he had never possessed such sexual prowess. He was trapped by his lust for this delectable vixen. One night away from her was worse than a week without red meat.              
                  He could sustain himself no longer. His lover was close to the edge.