Graeme pulled August into him, savoring the soft warmth of her as he ran his hands through her hair. The familiar desire for her that he had been pushing down erupted to the surface again. Finally she understood what he had felt for her from the moment he first sensed her. That she was part of him—and he wanted to give her every part of himself in return. He wanted to feel every part of her who was his to treasure and protect and love.
He pushed back the robe from her shoulders and trailed a hand down the curve of her back as he continued to kiss her. And kissing her—kissing her was the Goddess' own gift. Her warmth welcomed him there where their tongues entangled in preview to more—more of her warmth, more of his boundaries blurring into her own.
