She moaned as he moved his hand and placed his body between her legs. She felt his rigid shaft throb against her inner thigh.
"Look at me, Nynia."
She opened her eyes and looked up at him.
The love in his eyes scorched her. "It's not too late yet. Tell me you don't want me and I will go away without any damage being done."
"I want you, Speirr," she whispered. "I only want you."
He leaned down and kissed her tenderly, then slid himself inside her.
She tensed at the pain he caused as he tore through her maidenhead and filled her to capacity. She bit her lip and held him close as he slowly rocked himself against her.
"You feel so good beneath me," he breathed, his voice a deep half-groan. "Even better than I thought you would."
"How many women have you had beneath you, Speirr?" She was horrified by her words, but wanted to know and was too young to realize just how foolish her question was.
He stopped moving inside her and pulled back to stare down into her eyes. "Only you, Nyn. I'm as virgin as you are. I've had other women offer themselves to me, but you're the only one I dream of holding."
Her heart soared. Smiling, she wrapped her legs around his lean, naked hips. She cupped his face in her hands and pulled him down to her until their noses touched.
"Oh, Speirr," Sunshine whispered, holding him close.
Talon went rigid in her arms.
In the last thousand years, no one other than Ceara had ever used his real name. And only one woman had ever said his name the way Sunshine did just now.
It wasn't just what she said, it was the cadence of her voice when she'd said it. The shiver it had sent down his spine.
"What did you call me?"
Sunshine bit her lip as she realized her slip. Oh jeez, he probably thought she was calling him by another man's name. He would have no memory of his former life. Nor should she. She didn't know where these flashbacks were coming from.
All she knew was that they were freaking her out.
Her grandmother was really into past-life regression and had raised her with a devout respect for reincarnation. One thing Grandma Morgan had tutored her well on was that when you're reborn, you always forget your former life.
Why, then, did she remember him?
"I was clearing my throat," she said, hoping he would buy it. "What did you think I called you?"
Talon relaxed. Maybe he was hearing things. Maybe it was what this woman made him feel that was dredging up his long-forgotten memories. Or maybe it was the guilt he felt for wanting her the way he did.
Only Nynia had ever made him really burn like this.
Sunshine was so different. She made him feel even when he didn't want to. Even when he fought against it.
She buried her hands in his hair and pulled him down so that she could nibble his jaw. The feel of her hands on him, the warmth of her body under his...
He lowered himself over her, and buried his lips against her shoulder where he could taste the salt of her skin.
Talon sighed deeply. Contentedly.
Then, to his deepest aggravation, his phone rang.
Cursing, Talon answered it and found Acheron on the other end.
"I need you to guard the woman tonight. Keep her at your place."