Love's Blazing Ecstasy by Kathryn Kramer

fire and longing as he.
    Wynne moaned at his touch, feeling herself give way to a wild abandon. He opened her legs with gentle probing fingers, stroking the very core of her being. Again, Wynne felt the longing in her loins, and her hips writhed at his touch.
    “You are a  passionate one, my lovely golden haired goddess,” Valerian breathed in her ear. Sensing that she was ready for him, he replaced his hand with his hardened staff. Slowly he began to thrust, igniting such a searing pleasure that she was shaken by an explosion of rapture that sent her into an abandoned frenzy. Their bodies seemed to blend, to become one.
    “Val…Val..er..ian..” she cried out as an aching sweetness became a shattering explosion of pleasure, the warmth spreading to the very core of her being.
     
    Valerian gazed down upon her face, gently brushing back the hair from her eyes. From this moment on she was his. He would never share her with anyone. If only they could be together like this forever. The sadness of their parting gripped his heart.
    Wynne opened her eyes and looked up at him, smiling. It had ended too soon, that exquisite blending together. She hadn’t wanted him to leave her body…not yet.  She felt that she had found the other half of herself, her mate for life. Reaching up, she traced the cleft in his chin with her finger. In answer he bent down to kiss her, his desire for her again building.
    “So, you enjoy our lovemaking,” he whispered. “I swear by the gods that you were meant just for me.”
    He began to kiss and caress her, bringing back the now familiar fire as his hot, moist mouth traced a path from one breast to the other, leaving her weak with desire. Suddenly he was inside her once more and she felt a throbbing ecstasy. This time Valerian held himself back, for he wanted Wynne to experience the full joy of her newfound womanhood. He was amply rewarded for his patience as she dropped all inhibitions, giving herself to him fully, in joy and wonder. At last a spasm shook her whole being and she seemed to be thrown into the very heavens.
    Through the night they held each other, and made love again and again. It was with a heavy heart that they waited for the dawn.
     
     
     
     

    Chapter Seven
     
     
    When the two young lovers parted the next morning, both knew that their lives would never be quite the same again.
    Valerian kissed Wynne good-bye, holding her close and fighting to hold back unmanly tears as he brushed away the moisture from her cheeks.  “I care very deeply for you.  I will come back. I swear that I will!” he vowed. “If the gods are merciful, we will meet again.
    “ Walk in sunshine,” she said in her own language, parting from him. Her heart seemed to be bursting inside her chest; the pain seemed to be almost too much to bear. She had the impulse to run to him again, to throw her arms around him and beg him to stay, but she could not be so selfish. Perhaps someday when the animosity between their peoples was past, he would return and they could be together just as he had promised.
    Valerian mounted the black stallion, who pawed the earth, unused to this man on his back. Wynne hurried over to whisper to t he horse, to pat his head and assure him that all was well. The animal understood what she wanted and became gentle once more.
    Then the horse and rider galloped away. Wynne watched Valerian through the haze of her tears until he was completely out of sight. Feeling as if the end of the world had come, she sat down upon a rock and sobbed her heart out. When at last her emotions were spent, she stood up and began to walk the path which would take her back to her father’s lodge.
     
    Valerian raced through the forest on Sloan’s back, marveling at the animal’s beauty and strength. Not even the finest horses of Rome were the black horse’s match. Sloan’s mane and tail streamed in the wind like a royal banner; his eyes flashed fire in the sunlight, muscles rippling under his