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by Candace Smith


  He knew every part of her. His body had craved her while she was gone. To watch Nashoba find peace with Wacasa had been torture for him. Tocho stiffened. He felt Sahkyo’s fingers running through his hair, and he turned his head and kissed her palm.

  If he had not had the vision on the mountain, she would have died in the snow with the farmer’s head in her lap. It was the first time he could ever remember a fear that reached inside of him, piercing his bones and gripping his heart. He had not even woken Chief Paytah to tell him he was leaving. Tocho had been afraid the shaman would tell him that it was not in his casting to go to her.

  He ran his hand down her side, and lowered his mouth to her breast. His other hand reached for the lion claw. It had been a cruel, vicious piercing. In his anger and jealousy, he wanted the farmer and Sahkyo to always know that she belonged to him. Now, the claw shamed him.

  “It’s all right, Tocho. I know why you had to do that,” Sahkyo whispered. She felt her channel awaken, sliding her juices to her folds and preparing for her warrior.

  Tocho moved his hand to her belly, and he felt her quiver in the way he remembered. Her arms continued to sift through his hair, while his hand moved through the moist curls between her thighs. She spread them, slightly, inviting his touch. He heard her gasp with need when he stroked through her cream.

  Tocho slid down her body, needing to taste her again. He spread her soft lips and licked at her juices, nipping lightly at her inner folds and clit, plunging his tongue inside her for more of her essence. When she was writhing with the pleasure and pleading, he finally rose and looked into her eyes, centering his stiff cock on her channel and then plunging inside her warmth.

  “Sahkyo,” he whispered, and his eyes shined with a passion that was fierce.

  She clung to him, wrapping her legs around him and holding him close while he thrust his cock deep within her core. They strained against each other, needing more, needing to join so they would never be parted again.

  Their climax was a blinding, searing, scream of desire, united and together, both of them trying to forget the pain and loneliness of their years apart. Sahkyo trembled in the aftermath, while Tocho moved beside her and covered them with the furs.

  He kissed her neck, gently running his hands over her breasts, and Sahkyo felt the same warm passion from long ago. “Why, Tocho? Why did you trade me to him?”

  Tocho leaned over and kissed her, probing her mouth with his tongue. His long hair curtained their faces, but she could see the desire flashing in his black eyes. He whispered, “It was a good horse.”

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