“This moon, all I need is you,” Bright Arrow murmured in a heavy voice.
“I need you too,” Rebecca responded.
Lifting her in his arms, he carried her to an expanse of thick grass and, kneeling, he gently placed her on the soft covering. For a time, he was content to visually explore her face in the moonlight. Then slowly he came forward until his body was touching hers. Reaching out his hand, he fondled her cheek, then ran his fingers through silky hair. Finally, all restraint disappeared as his mouth closed over hers.
Bright Arrow’s lips deftly and hungrily captured Rebecca’s. It had been so long since they had felt such passion searing their flesh. In this heady moment, nothing and no one else existed. It was a time for total possession, for complete giving and taking and sharing. Their hearts pleaded and their desires soared.
The Sioux warrior covered her face with kisses, and rained them down her throat. His eager fingers untied the fastenings of her dress and slid it from her shoulders to expose her satiny flesh to his greedy senses. Rebecca didn’t stop him as he removed her clothes; she shifted to assist him.
His eyes swept over her with barely controlled desire, and she could not contain the low moan that escaped her lips. “Bright Arrow, please…”
Without hesitation he drew her into his possessive embrace. Soon they were rapturously entwined in their private haven…