Eudora flew into his arms as soon as he alighted from the truck. He lifted her easily and buried his face in her hair, even as she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. "Sweet mother moon goddess, I missed you so much." Jericho murmured, kissing her neck.
"Me too." she whispered. He refused to put her down, but carried her all the way upstairs and into the bedroom. He kicked the door closed with his foot, and lowered her to the bed following her down. The first time they had made love, he had been careful and gentle. This time he was hungry and desperate. He needed her. He needed to connect with her on a soul-deep level. He needed to claim her and possess her.
For so many years, his life, his work had been death. But this woman in his arms was life.
