“It isn’t necessary. I know we’re married already.” , “I know it isn’t necessary, but I want to marry you. I want to feel my child growing inside of you someday. I want it all with you.” He lowered his mouth to her breasts, suckling gently, so that she arched her back and thrust into him, holding his head while he feasted on her. The rain began a slow drizzle and the wind blew endlessly but up high, in their own world, it all seemed perfect.
She lifter her face to look up at the gently falling rain
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over her skin. “How many children are a lot?” Her fingers tangled in his hair. “Are you thinking two, three? Give me a number.” She tried to listen to the songs of the rain the way he’d instructed. It was such a medley of sounds, never the same, ever changing, all of it seeping into her veins like a drug. Like the fire he produced with the hot silk of his mouth with the heat of the forest pressing in on them.
Rio straightened, held her in his arms. Just held her to him. “We can have a houseful, Rachael. Little girls to look like you. With your laughter and your courage.”
She wrapped her arms around him, sank deep into his hard frame. “And with all those little children running around, how are we going to manage times like these?”
Living with Rio was a sensual adventure. Her body always seemed ripe and ready, never sated for long no matter how often he touched her. She wanted more. Wanted him a million times, a million ways. She wrapped her leg around his waist, pressing her hot, slick body against him suggestively. Her fingers tunneled in his hair, her teeth nibbled his ear, his shoulder, anything she could reach. “We’ll find a way. We’ll find a million ways.” Rio lifted her, so that she could wrap both legs around him, so that she could settle over his body, fitting sword to sheath. He rested her against the railing and they looked at one another, locked together. Rachael leaned forward and buried her face against his neck. They clung to one another,
holding tightly.
He whispered to her words of love in the language of his people. Sestrilla. Beloved one. Hafelina. Small cat. Jue amourasestrilla. I love you for all time. Anwou Jue selaviena en patreJue. In this time and in all other time.
She heard the words, recognized them although she couldn’t respond in kind. The vocalization was a mixture of notes a feline used. She knew them, recognized them and found them beautiful, but she couldn’t produce them exactly, Rachael lifted her head and looked at him. At bis face. His eyes. His mouth. “I love you too, Rio.”
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As fierce as his lovemaking could be, as wild and rough as he was at times, he was infinitely tender. Kissing her with such tenderness tears welled up. His body moved in hers with deep, sure strokes, striving always for her pleasure. His hands worshipped her, shaped every curve, slid over her skin as if memorizing every detail.
He took his time, long slow strokes designed to burrow deeper, to fill her with his love. As the fever pitch rose, as they climbed together, the white mist swirled around them, as if they had created steam with the intensity of their heat. She dug her nails into his back and threw back her head, moving her hips in an answering rhythm, a dance of love, there on the verandah with the scent of orchids enfolding them and the breeze touching their bodies like fingers. All the while the rain came down, droplets of silver as the night settled in.
Rachael gasped as she felt him swell with victory, with the sheer pleasure of their joining, and she tightened her muscles around him, carrying them both over the edge. His voice blended with hers, a cry of joy in the darkness”. They clung to one another, both reluctant to let go of the other.
A small flurry of leaves and a shower of orchid petals rained down from a branch above them and Franz tumbled onto the verandah at their feet. They jumped apart, Rio alert and ready, pressing her body against the rail in an effort to protect her. The bundle of fur rolled, bouncing off Rio’s calves. The small, clouded leopard dug paws into the floor and raked his hooked claws sharply over the wood.