The recognition hit me like divine lightning, every fragment of my existence suddenly understanding what it had been searching for.
Tall, perfectly proportioned, radiating power that made the very air sing with harmonics.
Black hair that caught the moonlight, golden eyes that held depths of authority and desire, a body that spoke of both incredible strength and tender passion.
He was claiming the bronze-skinned woman with gentle dominance, his hands gripping her hips as he moved within her, their shared pleasure rippling through the clearing like visible light.
Beautiful. Perfect. 'Mine.'
The last thought shocked me with its intensity. How could he be mine when I didn't even know what I was? When he clearly belonged to these magnificent women who shared his power and his bed?
But the connection was undeniable. Every cell of my spiritual form recognized him, yearned toward him, whispered that this was home, this was purpose, this was the missing piece of my existence.
