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He was solid and firm.

Hot.

So hot.

Yes.

Yes, yes, yes.

“Don’t leave. I was afraid. Take it away.”

The prayer trickled out. One only he could fulfill. Fuzzy and distorted. His face wafting in and out of focus. Coming at me on inundating waves.

“Need you.” It was mumbled as I writhed. As I clung and pressed.

Flickers of pleasure glowed.

A bubble in my belly. A whisper in my soul.

The well of isolation and loneliness quelled in a way that only he could accomplish.

“Lena.” It was guttural. Pained.

My nails raked scorching flesh and sank into brawny, corded muscle. “Don’t go. Please.”

I wrapped myself tighter. Rolled and chased the sun. The light that he was. The boy with the smile. An apple in his hand.

We were swept away.

Years gone.

The man there on the cliff.

Holding me up while I wept.

He carried me away, laid me down in the cool grasses as the breeze gusted through.

The few longer pieces of his hair fluttered and whipped, black fire in his eyes as he undressed me.

Bare. Bliss. He filled me.

I gasped and raced to meet him. Cracked apart while he held me.

“Trevan. Oh God, Trevan.”

The moan was long as I was taken. I reeled and spun and tumbled through the darkest sea. Wave after wave rocking through me, the orgasm blinding.

It was blinding enough that my eyes popped open, catapulting me from sleep.

That espresso gaze boiled as Trevan stared back at me through the blazing light that filled my bedroom.

His gorgeous mouth was set in a grim line, plush lips thinned with something akin to pain.

While I had myself plastered against him, my fingers burrowed in his shoulders as I rode his thigh.

I could feel his cock, hard and heavy, against the outside of my left leg. He had an erection.

That was when the real shock set in.