Cassie stood from the sofa and began pacing the room again. Dieter had called nearly six hours ago and told her they found Hans and was en route back to the castle. Her heart skipped a beat, as she thought about seeing her husband again. Dieter told her about the accident, and what the village doctor told them. Hans had amnesia, and he would need to have patience and support as he learned to rebuild his memories.

The words Hannah told her a few days ago came back to her. His head hurts, and he’s been sick, but he’s feeling better. How could her three-year-old daughter know so much about her father, when she hadn’t seen him since she was a baby? Hannah told her he was coming home, even before Dieter called her, but even now, knowing he was on his way, seemed like a dream.

She had spent so many nights praying, begging God to return him to her, and now…what was she going to say to a man who didn’t know who she was? A man who didn’t remember he was even married? Maybe this version of Hans wouldn’t love her as much as the old one did. Maybe he would want someone else. Maybe he already had someone else. She thought back on the conversation she’d had a few hours ago. Did Dieter even mention that he was bringing someone back with him? She couldn’t remember anything after he said 'we found Hans and he’s alive'.

Cassie walked to the veranda door and opened it. She stepped out and stared at the clear evening sky. The stars sparkled down from the heavens like precious diamonds and all she could do was stare at them. Did she thank God for bringing him home to her, or did she thank Hannah?

The sound of the helicopter echoed through the night, and Cassie looked up as it passed over her head. Her heart skipped, and her stomach flipped. He was here. After all these long, lonely months, he was home. She turned to close the door when she noticed the flashing lights from the mountain. She turned and stared but couldn’t see anything through the shadows of trees. But then, she really didn’t have to see them to know they were there.

Photographers and reporters had bombarded Hennhofen from the moment the news went out that the plane had been located. Then a news briefing was held in India announcing that Hans had been found alive. Instantly, the castle became the main focus of every reporter within a thousand miles of them. Even Bateman called her, begging her to write a story on her life, and give an exclusive report on how it felt to have her husband back in her arms.

Closing the door and locking it, Cassie pulled the curtains closed, then walked to the full-length mirror. It would take fifteen minutes to drive back to the castle, from the helipad. That gave her enough time to try and rein in her emotions.

She stared at her reflection and frowned. Maybe she should have worn something more conservative than the tight-fitting, burgundy dress. Not that the dress was revealing, or provocative, she thought. But it was slightly shorter than it should have been, and the straight skirt hugged her hips perhaps a bit tighter than it needed to.

The door to the bedroom opened and Hannah came bouncing in, followed by Anne who looked as frazzled as Cassie felt. They stared at Hannah who climbed up on the large fourposter bed and began bouncing, singing, 'Daddy’s home, Daddy’s home'.

“Are you ready?” Anne asked Cassie, watching her fidget with the V neckline of the dress.

“I think I should change,” she answered, causing Anne to moan inwardly.

Cassie had changed outfits eight different times since Dieter announced they were bringing her husband home. She’d gone from a pantsuit to jeans and a pullover, then to a miniskirt and blouse, a midcalf dress, a sundress, a pair of capris and a tank top, back to jeans with a button-up the front silk shirt, and finally, this plain, simple burgundy dress with a black belt to accent her tiny waistline.

“You look beautiful,” Anne assured her. “Hans is coming home to be with you, not your clothes.”

“He doesn’t remember me,” she said in a hushed whisper. “What if he doesn’t love me as much as he used to.”

“Daddy loves you,” Hannah announced, climbing off the bed. “He dreams about you all the time.”

“Hannah,” Cassie began in a scolding voice, then paused and looked at her.

The child had been right, two for two. Perhaps she could hold on to the slight chance that she was right again.

“Mommy, come on,” Hannah said, hearing the sound of the golf-cart drive around the side of the castle. “Daddy’s here.”

Cassie followed beside Hannah who had grabbed hold of her hand and began pulling her out the door. She took the wrap out of her hair as she tried to control her daughter’s anxious footsteps, and quietly unbraided it. She wasn’t sure if she wanted her hair down or up, braided or in a ponytail. Hans once told her he liked her hair down and loose, so she was going with that memory, hoping to give him one thing to kickstart his recovery.

They stepped down the stairs as the main entrance opened, and Cassie nearly cried. She was terrified and excited and knew that the next few hours would decide if she had a husband, or a stranger sharing her life.

The sound of voices echoed through the grand foyer, and Cassie heard Hans’s voice asking about the photographers, outside the fence, that surrounded the property. She stopped Hannah from running to the stairs, and smoothed her hand down her dress, unruffling the lace.

“Let’s make sure you’re beautiful for your daddy,” Cassie told her, using her daughter as an excuse to delay a little longer.

Anne stepped down the stairs behind them and waited for a moment, watching Cassie hug her daughter. She knew it was more for her own emotional support than the girl’s, but she wasn’t going to mention it. Everyone at the castle felt anxious, but what Cassie was feeling went far beyond all their apprehensions combined.

“We’ll get them under control,” Liam promised as he walked up the grand stairs with Hans. “Sooner or later, some actress is bound to have an illicit affair, and all of this will be yesterday’s news.”

“Sounds fine by me,” Hans chuckled.

Cassie tried to move but couldn’t find the strength in her legs until Hannah broke free from her grip. She ran across the ballroom floor as Hans stepped up the last stair.

“Daddy!” she shouted and jumped toward Hans.

With quick reflexes, the man dropped his bag and caught the child as she wrapped her arms around his thick neck and kissed his cheek four times.

“I knew you were coming home, but nobody hearded me,” she told him.

Hans smiled, returning the child’s embrace and chuckled as she continued to kiss his cheek. He knelt to the floor, so her feet touched down, then pulled her out of his embrace. He looked at her as if seeing her for the first time, and Cassie realized he was.

“You’ve grown up so much,” he told her, taking her hands and laughing when she spun around.

“I’m almost four, and then I’ll be five, and then ten,” she rambled onwards.

“I think you skipped a couple of years, kiddo,” Anne said, watching Hans look up to her.

“Hans, this is my wife, Anne,” Liam said, introducing the two.

Hans frowned as he looked at the woman. He remembered seeing her before, but she wasn’t wearing the mid-length skirt and blouse.

“I don’t know…” he began. “I can imagine you…in a nun’s habit.”

“That’s because I used to be a nun,” Anne told him with a soft blush to her cheeks.

“Well, it’s nice to know I’m not completely mental,” he told her, taking her hand and shaking it.

“Auntie Anne has a boy like you have a girl,” Hannah told her father. “Only he’s older and stupider.”

“I’m sure he’s not stupid at all,” Hans smiled down to her, then lifted her into his strong arms. “I think he’s probably just a boy.”

“He pulls my baby’s head off.”

“Well, we’ll have to try and talk with him about that.”

“Hans, there are a lot of people you’re going to be meeting over the next few days, but I think we should probably start with the most important one,” Liam began, as Cassie took a step forward.

Her hands were folded in front of her, and she looked nervous, but it wasn’t until their eyes met that the room around them seemed to melt away.

“Hans, this is your wife…” Liam began.

“Cassie,” he said, finishing the man’s sentence.

“Do you…remember me?” she asked, watching him take a step forward as Anne took Hannah out of his embrace.

“I’ve dreamt of you every night,” he told her in a soft voice, barely above a whisper. “I was beginning to think you were a part of my imagination, but now…”

“I’ve prayed so long…,” she began as the tears fell down her cheeks.

Hans took a step forward, gently brushing them from her face with his thumb. The room grew deathly silent while everyone watched the couple. He lifted her chin with his finger and gazed down into her eyes, then very slowly moved into her. Their eyes melded together as their lips met, but that was all it took. Within a heartbeat, they were embraced in each other’s arms, taking and giving the strength they needed to start recovering.

It didn’t matter if he remembered the kitchen staff, or the guards by name. This was what counted. It was the one thing that made them realize the uphill battle would be worth it.

Hans wandered around the sitting room, looking at the portrait of his parents. The faces were familiar, though he had no idea who they were. The sound of Hannah and Cassie talking down the hallway made him smile. When Dieter and Franz came for him, he had no clue he was going to be coming home to a castle, but the place was warmer than it appeared from the air when they flew over it. In the darkness, it was difficult to see everything, but he was determined to have Cassie show him around tomorrow. The sooner he saw the place, the sooner he could start working on rebuilding his memories.

“Tell Daddy goodnight,” Cassie told Hannah who came bouncing into the front part of their private chambers.

“I want Daddy to tell me a story,” she announced, once again jumping into her father’s arms when he bent down to her.

She had just gotten out of the tub, her hair was wet, and her teeth brushed. She had a braid that went down the middle of her back, and her green eyes sparkled through a pink, cheerful expression. She smelled like baby lotion, clean linen, and coconut shampoo.

“I don’t know very many stories,” he told her.

“I have a book. You can read me one.”

“If it’s alright with your mommy,” he told her, uncertain if he was stepping on Cassie’s toes by interrupting their normal routine.

“Mommy don’t mind, do you?” she asked, turning to look at her mother.

“Doesn’t, and no I don’t.”

“See, she doesn’t don’t care,” Hannah smiled, causing Hans to chuckle.

“Then let’s go find you a story,” he told her, lifting her to his shoulder.

Cassie watched them with a smile, feeling as if her heart was overflowing. It was a sight she thought she’d never see, but it was one she would always remember.

She wandered around the room in silence, listening as Hans began to read Sleeping Beauty to their daughter. Knowing the evening was almost over, and they would soon be alone together, gave Cassie a flutter in her stomach she hadn’t felt in a very long time. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to be alone with him, it was just …he didn’t remember her. Maybe he wouldn’t want to be with her.

A soft knock sounded at the door and she turned to see Anne step through. She was carrying a tray with a coffee pot and a platter of pastries, but it was who was behind her that brought an instant frown to Cassie’s face.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, looking at Wilhelm who stepped in the room.

“I’m here to take a look at your husband,” he told her, watching Anne set the tray down on the coffee table.

“He’s fine, and he doesn’t need you. If he needs medical attention, I’ll take him to Garmisch-Partenkirchen, or Austria.”

“I’ll leave you two alone,” Anne told them, then stepped back to the door.

“The doctor is not staying,” Cassie snapped. “Show him out.”

“When are you going to stop blaming me for what happened?” he asked with a deep frown. “It’s not my fault Hans’s plane went down.”

“It’s your fault he was on it in the first place. If you hadn’t threatened him with exposure, he would never have left the castle or his daughter. Because of you, my family was torn apart and I spent three years without my husband.”

“Cassie, I’ve said I’m sorry a million times. What more do you want me to say?”

“How about goodbye?” she snapped, then turned when Hans entered the room.

“Is there a problem?” he asked with a frown.

“No,” Cassie snapped, glaring at Wilhelm. “The doctor was just leaving.”

“Doctor?” Hans asked looking from one to the other, then back to Anne who stood by the door.

“I’m Wilhelm Krouse, the village doctor,” the man said, reaching out to shake Hans’s hand.

“The village idiot is more like it,” Cassie grumbled, folding her arms across her chest.

“I take it you two know each other?” Hans asked, still frowning.

“You know him too. Or at least you used to. He’s the reason you were in that plane accident.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Can we sit down and talk?” Wilhelm asked, watching Hans turn back to Cassie who clenched her jaw then turned around and walked to the bar.

“Please, have a seat,” he told the man, sitting on the sofa across from him. “So, what is this all about?”

“Three years ago, I came to you and asked for your help with a case the BPOL was investigating,” Wilhelm began.

“BPOL?” Hans asked.

“Bundespolizei. Germany’s federal police force.”

“Why would the federal police want help from me?”

“Because…we thought you could give us some insight into a case involving human and drug trafficking.”

“What would I know about any of that?” Hans asked.

“You don’t,” Cassie snapped. “Dr. Krouse thought you could use your influence and get the people you knew to help them out. You were flying from New Delhi when your plane was caught in a storm, and the rest is history.”

“And you blame him for that?” Hans asked, looking at her with a suspicious frown.

“If he hadn’t convinced you into helping him, you would never have been on that fucking plane, to begin with. You’d have stayed home with your family, where you belonged.”

“I only came to see if there was anything I could do to help,” Wilhelm said, hearing Hannah calling for her mother from the next room.

“We don’t need your help, so get out,” she told him in a rude, low voice then turned and walked out of the room.

“I’m sorry…I think…,” Hans said.

“Don’t be. It’s been like this with her for three years. I suppose she has a right to be angry with me. It was my idea to get you involved, but I had no idea you’d be in a plane crash.”

“You couldn’t have predicted something like that. Nobody could have, and I don’t blame you. I’m sure there were reasons why I felt it was necessary to be on that flight.”

“I wish your wife felt the same.”

“I’ll try and talk to her, but I’m not sure she’ll listen,” Hans said, standing and walking the man to the door. “I don’t know what kind of relationship we had.”

“You had a great relationship. I think that’s why she’s so angry. You were deeply in love, and you weren’t afraid to show it.”

“I hope there’s a chance of getting that back,” Hans said, thinking about the change in the woman’s temperament over the past couple of hours.

“Just keep your eyes open and let your heart lead you. You’ll be back where you left off in no time. Until then, if you need help with anything, please don’t hesitate to call me. I’m not as good with mental issues as I am with sprains, but I know people who can offer some insight on how to help.”

“Thank you, I appreciate that. I know it’s going to take time, for all of us, but I’m willing to give it as much of an effort as I can.”

Hans and Wilhelm spoke for a few more minutes, then he walked out of the room, and down the stairs beside him. A guard was making rounds through the castle, to make certain nobody was trying to sneak in and volunteered to show the doctor out, allowing Hans to return to Cassie.

The room was quiet when he returned, with only the soft humming of Cassie to break the stillness. Hans listened for a few moments, before quietly walking down the hallway. He stood by the child’s door and watched while Cassie rocked her daughter to sleep. They made a beautiful sight, and it was one he hoped he would never forget.

Turning back, Hans returned to the front area of their chambers and picked up his investigation. He frowned when he looked at the fully stocked bar, wondering if he had had a drinking problem. He moved to the leather chair and slowly ran his finger along the back. It looked comfortable enough, though it didn’t match the rest of the furniture.

Walking to the far end of the room, his frown grew. He saw the chains in the wall and the chains around the legs of a narrow leather-covered bench. There was a display of whips and canes on the wall beside it, and next to that was a small dresser with six different colored drawers. He opened the first one and found his frown growing deeper still.

The drawer held more than a dozen velvet pouches, each with a small vibrator, anal beads, and a black mask. He knew what the items were used for, but he had no idea why there would be so many. Continuing his exploration, he opened the second drawer to find nipple clamps, vaginal clamps, and handcuffs.

Each drawer revealed more sex toys and not just a few. There were enough for an orgy of women, and each drawer was filled with brand new items. It was as if the owner of the chest had a perverted taste for sex. Then he remembered he was the owner, and his frown began to ease. He didn’t feel as disgusted as he should have. He felt comfortable with the thought of pleasing women, and he wondered if he’d ever used the devices on his wife.

Cassie returned a few minutes later, watching Hans move from one part of the room to the next. He walked around the small dining table, his fingers brushing the back of Hannah’s highchair, smiling. It was strange to see rattles on the same chest that held vaginal clamps, and a pacifier on a shelf with pornographic movies. There was a veranda with a set of double doors, and he opened them, then closed them just as quickly. It didn’t take more than that one act to rile the photographers. By the time he closed the doors, he felt blinded by the flash of their cameras.

“Would you like a drink?” Cassie asked, moving to the coffee table where Anne had placed the tray.

“Do you have a beer?” he asked, rubbing his eyes as he turned and tried to focus on the room.

“I have something you might like a bit more,” she answered with a smile, then walked to the bar.

Hans watched her take a crystal glass from under the counter and open a matching decanter. She poured the amber liquid into the glass, then closed the lid on the container and took it to him.

“What’s this?” he asked, sniffing the glass.

“Bourbon. It was always your favorite drink before bed.”

“Did I have a problem with alcohol?” he asked, tipping the glass to his lips.

He took a sip of the liquor and practically moaned, then took a larger drink. He removed the cup from his lips and smiled.

“Now, this is something I remember,” he told her. “It’s a hell of a sight better than the cheap beers and watered-down whiskey I’m used to.”

“I once accused you of having a drinking problem, but then I realized you didn’t always drink the bourbon, and you never finished the one you’d poured. You told me it was more like a security blanket. You would carry it around whenever you were stressed, or angry, but I never once saw you drunk.”

“That’s always good to know.”

Hans watched Cassie move to the sofa and sit down, then poured a cup of coffee and leaned back against the sofa’s cushions. He watched her pick off a sliced almond from a chocolate-covered pastry before joining her. He sat beside her, and took another drink to steady his nerves, wondering if she was right. He still only had hard liquor when he was nervous or anxious, and right now he was both.

“So, now what?” he asked, placing the glass on the table and picking up the pastry she had been picking on.

“I suppose that would depend on you,” she answered.

Hans pulled a small piece of the chocolate dessert off and placed it to her lips. He watched her with interest as she opened her mouth for him to place it inside. She closed her teeth quickly, but gently around his finger. His gaze moved up to her eyes as her tongue caressed the end of his digit, licking the chocolate off.

“I’ve dreamt of you so many nights,” he told her in a deep, husky voice. “I couldn’t imagine anyone being as beautiful, or as sexy as you were. But I was wrong. You’re so much more than my dream could ever have imagined.”

“I never stopped loving you,” she whispered.

“Dieter told me it was you who kept the search going. He said you refused to give up hope.”

“Nobody else believed me, but I knew in my heart you were alive.”

“And alone,” he whispered, as he moved his hand to the side of her head, cupping it gently in his palm. “I knew the moment I saw you, I had to have you.”

“I’ve always been yours,” she told him as he moved closer to her, mesmerized by his touch.

Their lips met in a gentle brush, no more than the touch of a butterfly’s wings. The seconds ticked on as they explored each other’s mouths. Their breath mixed in soft pants until Cassie felt dizzy. The man had always been a passionate lover, a seducer of innocence, and he knew how to use every part of his body. Especially his mouth.

The need to have her increased and Hans felt his erection begin to grow. Until this moment, he wasn’t sure if he could even develop an erection. The only time he ever had one was after he shared a dream of passion with her, but now, the dream had come true, and he wasn’t going to waste a moment of it.

“Cassie,” he whispered. “If you’re uncomfortable with this…I’m sure I can find another bed…”

“Please,” she whispered before he could finish. “I need you.”

“I’ve never needed anyone more,” he growled softly.

His lips pressed down across hers in a firm pressure that left them breathless. His hand moved slowly down her neck, caressing her collarbone as his fingertips explored the opening of the dress’ V neck.

Cassie moaned when she felt the warmth of his hand against the fabric covering her breast. He squeezed gently, then slowly slid his tongue between her teeth when she opened her mouth to gasp. Their tongues battled and sparred against each other until they were panting deeply. It seemed like a lifetime ago when he last touched her, and she wasn’t going to waste any more precious time.

Moving away from him, she stood up, watching the confused look caress his handsome features. She took his hand in hers, then took a step backwards, watching the realization of what she wanted flash through his eyes. He stood from the sofa, feeling the awkward strain of his pants across his erection.

Walking with her, they moved across the sitting room and into the hallway. Cassie paused for a moment as she walked to Hannah’s bedroom door. She peeked in to make certain the child was still asleep and smiled. It had been a long day for them both, and Hannah was exhausted. Cassie closed the door quietly, making certain the nightlight was on, then turned back to Hans. He smiled as she reached out to him, taking his hand again.

He pulled her into his strong embrace and kissed her, then lifted her in his arms and carried her into their room. He walked to the bed and laid her gently to it, his mouth covering hers in a firm pressure that made her heart pound.

“Tell me how you like it,” he whispered, moving his mouth across her cheek as he stretched out beside her.

“I like everything, as long as you’re with me,” she assured him.

Hans chuckled against her ear as he moved his warm hand down her waist, over her hip, and finally to her exposed thigh. He caressed her with one hand while his lips explored her neck, reacquainting himself with her amazing body. He continued to caress her, sliding his hand up the side of her thigh, then growled softly when he touched her bare hip.

“You aren’t wearing knickers,” he said, more to himself than to her.

“Castle rules,” she panted.

“What?” he asked raising his head as he continued to move his fingers across her firm buttocks.

“Castle rules. Women don’t wear under clothing. It makes it easier for the Master to take advantage of…the…lady of the house.”

Hans frowned when she hesitated but chose to ignore it. He wasn’t certain what she was hiding, but it didn’t matter. If there was anything that might cause an argument, he was eager to avoid it.

“So, if you aren’t wearing panties, then I can assume you’re not wearing a bra?” he asked, feeling his libido quicken.

“Find out for yourself,” she whispered, teasing him with a soft blush.

Hans was enjoying this innocent game and was content to explore further. He leaned up on his elbow, staring down at her, then slowly slid his hand down her torso, paying special attention to her erect nipples. He moved further down until his palm was pressed against the front of her thighs.

“Shall we see how obedient to the rules you are?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

He watched her blush deepen as his fingers inched the hem of her dress up. Her skin felt like satin beneath his calloused hand, and he smiled at the goosebumps that rose in response to his touch.

Inch by inch, he exposed her form, smiling when she lifted her hips, so he could ease her dress higher. He moaned deeply as his eyes caressed her smooth body. His arousal continued to grow until the dress was under her breasts. He didn’t know if he could handle any more teasing and dared not to go further.

“I…,” he began, trying to tell her what he was feeling.

Hans watched her sit up, removing her dress over her head and exposing the full beauty of her body. He moaned again, this time sounding as if he were in pain, and she understood his problem instantly.

“My turn,” she told him, standing up off the bed.

“Cassie, I can’t take much more,” he groaned as her fingers fumbled with the belt to his pants.

“Try and hold on,” she whispered.

He moved to stand in front of her, watching her unzip his pants and feeling the cool air of the room, as his erection sprang free from the tight restraints. Cassie’s slender fingers wrapped around his hard shaft, as she lowered herself to the floor in front of him.

Hans knew immediately what she was going to do, and he gripped the bedpost hard. He had to hold out. He wanted to experience this nearly as much as he wanted to join her. Even his dreams weren’t this provocative. He continued to watch, holding his breath when her warm tongue began to caress the length of him. He twitched in her hand as he fought to restrain his need, certain he would break the post with his hand if she didn’t finish.

Taking the length of him into her mouth, Cassie adjusted her hold on him, and slowly drew a deep breath. Hans watched as she slid him down her throat, holding him still for several seconds. The feel of her throat around his erection was nearly his undoing, and he moaned deeply, fighting to remain in control. She pulled off him again and drew a deep breath, tasting the salty prequel to his release.

Again, she moved him down her throat, and quickly out. Again, and again, she took him into her, suckling his shaft hard each time she moved off him. She felt the hardening of his manhood as she moved him down once more.

“If you don’t want to...,” he began with a groan of resistance. “Pull away now, or it will be too late.”

Cassie pulled away and nearly smiled at the moan of regret, but when she took him in once more, she knew he was spent.

He wrapped her hair around his hand and held her against him, growling as he spilled his seed into her. The sensation of her tight throat around him was too much to resist. He gave her all he had, feeling the years of celibacy melt away.

Cassie fought to hold still until his erection relaxed. Slowly she backed away, looking at the perspiration across his forehead as he opened his eyes, watching her pull off him. Once he was free of her warm mouth, he sat on the bed, panting.

“That was the most outrageous thing I’ve ever experienced,” he told her. “How did you learn that?”

“You taught me,” she told him, feeling the sting of guilt caress her words.

It wasn’t a lie, she assured herself as she stood up, gasping when he pulled her closer, filling his mouth with her firm breast. If it wasn’t for his lessons, she would never have known how to please a man, so in a way, he was the one who had taught her.

“You are a unique woman,” he told her, pulling away from her incredible body. “But I think it’s my turn to demonstrate my talents.”

Cassie moved aside as he stood up and finished undressing, then watched him pull back the covers to the bed. She smiled when he wrapped her in his embrace, kissing her lips hard and urgent.

“I don’t remember what kind of a lover I was, so you’ll have to be patient as I try and learn what you like,” he told her. “Tell me if I’m doing something you don’t enjoy. With your help, I’ll bring back the missing pieces to my life.”

“That’s a surprising change,” she giggled as he lifted her to the bed. “I was a virgin when we got together, and you had to teach me how to make love. I suppose it’s only fair that I teach you a thing or two.”

“I’m putty in your hands, my love,” he whispered, causing her to gasp. “What is it? What did I do?”

“You called me…you always called me…my love,” she answered with tears in her eyes.

“I told you we’d fill in the missing parts of my life, one piece at a time.”

Cassie wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hard and urgent. She offered as much as she took until they were breathless again.

Slowly, Hans laid her back against the pillows, bracing his weight on his hands as he positioned himself between her slender legs. He smiled down at her, his eyes roaming over her womanly body like warm chocolate spreading across ice cream. The recesses of her heart awoke, and she found him filling every centimeter with his love and passion.

Cassie closed her eyes when he moved down her body, kissing his way to the one part that ached for his touch. His mouth was warm and moist as he left a heated path along her torso, down her sternum, and across her abdomen.

Hans wiggled down the bed, wrapping his arms around her hips. He reached around her as his lips moved over her tender body. He kissed her smooth thighs, then slowly moved inwards, smiling when she gasped. His tongue caressed her soft lips before moving between them, teasing a deep moan out of her.

It was just like his dream, but the feelings were real. He could see flashes of the past as he continued to caress and tease her delicate flesh, then gently pressed against her thighs to spread them wider, opening her lips to his mouth. He could remember doing this, feeling her beneath him, feeling her tight body around him as he joined her.

Her moaning continued until she thought she would explode. The heat circled her, caressing her delicate body with fingers of hunger. Hans found her swollen clitoris, and just like his dreams, he teased it until he felt it harden, then gently began to suckle it.

Cassie’s panting grew into a whimpered moan as her hips moved against his mouth. He held her tightly beneath him, teasing and tasting her until he felt her tighten. Her body began to convulse, and she wrapped her fingers in his hair, holding him closer to her. She cried out, calling him by name and begging for him to take her.

It didn’t take long before he relented and moved up the length of her again. He pressed the tip of his arousal against her moist opening, then gazed into her eyes. She was beautiful, desirable, and more passionate than any dream could ever be.

Slowly, he pressed into her, feeling her body open to him, then close around him as he inched into her. Her tight canal was familiar, warm, welcoming, and exactly what he’d been needing. The feel of her encasing him spurred him forward and he gently began to rock against her. He started slowly, but in a matter of moments he was moving quicker, his urgent thrusts grew until they were panting in unison.

“Cum with me,” he begged her as he kissed her ear and moved to her neck.

“I have waited so long…” she whimpered, moaning when he pressed into her harder.

“The wait is over, baby,” he promised, then lifted her leg around his waist.

She felt the insanity continue to mount as her need grew hotter until she felt the tightening of her body. She clung to his shoulders, crying out her release and gasping when he joined her in a climactic burst. The heat encased them, wrapping around their souls and pulling them together until they were one.

Later that night, Cassie lay embraced in her husband’s arms as they slowly drifted to sleep. The night was waning into day, but neither seemed to care. They had reunited in a way they were both craving, and their hunger had been satiated.

As sleep encompassed them, Hans felt the warmth of love welcome him back. He knew what it felt like to belong, to be loved. He finally understood what it was to be home.