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Chapter Eighteen (Dane’s POV) Decades before…

A moment later, Saraya appeared, tying another sheet around her body and over one shoulder – toga-style. I trailed my eyes down her body, feeling my body grow hard for her.

"Dane?" she called out. Her voice was soft and hesitant. And I could see she was carrying neatly folded clothes. I thought then she must have brought me a change of clothes.

Naked and all, I went to stand behind her, slowly snaking my arms around her waist. She stiffened and then her body relaxed against mine. I nozzled the nook of her neck with the tip of my nose, drawing in the scent of her freshly scrubbed skin and trailing my lips down the slope of her shoulder and then up to the base of her neck.

"I brought clothes," she said in barely a whisper.

"Mmm…" I grunted, slipping my hands into her wrap to cup her breasts. "I don't need them though," I rasped.

"Oh!" she gasped as I lifted her up and took her close to the side rock, making her press her open palms against it. I slipped my left knee in between h
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