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imagines the eroticism it will involve. But when she does, she awakens more than she
ever dreamed possible. Can her Sleeping Beauty really be the man of her dreams? Not
exactly. He comes with a few complications that take some careful maneuvering to figure
out. But she's up to the task and more than willing to make love to both Jarret and his dark
half
If he could speak, if he could take her into his arms, he would dry the tears sparkling in her
eyes as she approached him. Fairy tales. How often had the old woman come into the
garden and spouted words she didn’t really believe? If she believed them to be true, surely
she would have opened the book, read the ritual and found a way to break the spell. It
wasn’t for her to break, though. He knew this just as he knew his own heart. The old
woman had not been the one.
But the girl standing before him, yes, she was the one who was destined to come and set
him free. How long had he watched her? Sent her images? Dreams? It felt like an eternity.
But when one had been stone for more than a thousand years, everything seemed to be
an eternity. He would have thought that by now he would be used to his lot in life. Never. He
would never grow accustomed to it. Especially not now that freedom was staring him in the
face, advancing toward him.
She was nervous, unsure. He could tell by the way her eyes avoided him as she
approached. He willed his hand to move, to reach out and grasp the breasts who were so
beautifully shining through her nightgown. Her erect nipples called out to his mouth, his
fingers. The wind had blown her hair back off her shoulders, exposing the rise and fall of
her chest, exposing the creamy flesh peeking out from the lace of her gown.
He watched her swallow hard and close her eyes as she leaned into him. Oh to have felt
the graze of her lips on his! It would have been worth the thousand-year curse if only he
could feel her. She moved away from him, raising herself, licking her lips, her eyes still
closed. And then she did something he hadn’t expected.
She raised her nightgown, revealing her naked body to him, allowing the moonlight to
shine down on her flesh. She was amazing. Perfectly shaped breasts so large he would
have to hold them up with both hands. A nice curvy body complete with womanly hips and a
soft cushion of flesh at her waist. The red hair on her head was an exact replica of the tiny
curls that lay between her thighs. How he wished he could run his finger through them,
become tangled with them, taste them and all their secrets!
Her breasts swayed and bounced as she walked toward him. If he had breath to hold, he
would have been holding it, waiting for her, wondering what she planned to do next. She
couldn’t have found the book. It was too soon. She couldn’t know that joining with him
would release him. Of course, it would take more than once, but with a body like hers, he
knew she could pleasure herself. She was made for pleasure.
She circled around him, hiding her body from his view. When she threw her arms around
his back, he wished he had the power to turn and hold her. He felt her tears roll down his
stony back. When the sobs went through her body, he tried to call to her once more.
“Come to me, Kate.”
As if she heard him, she came back around to face him, her face streaked with tears, the
sobs still shaking her glorious body. Her pain made him want to reach out to her, to hold
her, to protect her. He couldn’t do any of this until he was free.
He waited for her next move and was completely surprised when she stepped forward and
ran her hands along his arms. Her eyes never left his, but he could sense that she was
avoiding his cock. As if she had to move quickly or she would change her mind, she
grabbed his cock, placed her free hand on his shoulders and slid her silky warmth around
him. Her audible gasp would have been enough, were he alive, to send him over the edge.
As it were, he was forever erect, there to pleasure her for as long and as often as she
wished.
