...She felt hands on her, all over her naked body. At first they were soft and furry, then rough and callused. There was more than one pair of hands—they seemed like many—stroking over her body. They lifted her high in the air, spreading her legs. Hands on her breasts, in her hair, stroking her slick thighs.

She arched her back, pressing into the hands. It was like floating on a gently surging ocean, the sea lapping at her body, and she, undulating with the waves, allowing it to carry her away.

The hands lowered her, and she lay on the warmed surface of a flat rock. Slowly she opened her eyes and looked around her. The golden sun blazed brightly overhead, its rays stroking over her skin, warming it thoroughly as the hands continued to tempt her flesh, smoothing over the peaks and valleys.

She saw them. So many. Men and women with tawny eyes of curiosity and desire. Brilliant and beautiful. The women smiling, their hands gentle and coaxing. Long fingers delving into each crevice, surmounting each peak.

Rosemarie knew raw hunger. A mouth fastened onto her nipple, drawing deeply, and she hissed at the sensation that drove through the heart of her pussy. Another mouth, a male, fastened onto her other breast, laving and nipping.

More hands petted her hair, muscular thighs cushioned her head and she could smell the heightened sexual arousal in the air. Hands spread her legs and she felt the presence of two long fingers slipping into her slick vagina. Deep, so very deep.

Oh, God, she was going to come. She needed to orgasm.

Then the hands were gone, like wisps of early morning fog. Again she opened her eyes and looked around. She saw him. It was the same man from the painting rising over her. His eyes glittered, his lips drawn back in a snarl. A hard, muscled body, deeply tanned to caramel delicious, taut flesh. His cock jutted thickly from a nest of golden hair that matched the pelt arrowing down his chest, dipping to the nest of hair surrounding his thick erection.

She clenched her hands, wanted to sift her way downward, to wrap her fingers around the immense width, and press his cock inside her. She’d never wanted to be fucked so badly in her life. Not like this. Never with this intensity.

She looked around and saw white lions in every direction. Beautiful, regal creatures, watching her from a distance. Some with thick manes rippling in the sunlight, their gazes on the man hovering over her.

She turned her attention back as he dropped down over her, and she felt the broad tip of his penis at her engorged entrance. She felt the growl reverberate around her, felt its rich resonance reach to that cold chasm buried inside, filling it with his blinding heat .

And then he slammed inside her, thick and hard, the walls of her vagina separating and enfolding him inside. She screamed like a wild thing caught at the precipice of primal copulation. The sudden, deep penetration left her gasping for breath.

He scooped her up into his strong arms and she wrapped her legs around him, afraid he would disappear. Her arms curled around his neck. She could smell the animal heat, the masculine desire. He cupped her buttocks, his fingers digging into her flesh.

His head dropped forward, and his mouth fastened onto the flesh of her neck as he sucked and nipped his way along the column of her throat. She tilted her head back, baring her neck to his mastery and he claimed full advantage.

She slitted her eyes open and saw the lions surrounding them, watching intently as he claimed her so primitively. Her gaze was locked on them as he began to fuck her, at first with long, slow strokes, as his mouth sucked at her flesh.