Sylvia followed Leland into the bathroom, giddy with excitement and the awakening connection that was imbued with mountains of unbridled desire. Leland didn't let go of her hand as he turned on the shower and tested the water.

He turned to her and slowly helped her undress, taking in the curves of her body as he removed each garment. She stepped out of her shoes and helped him out of his jeans.

The wide shower smelled of his aftershave. He kissed her as she stood under the spray of the water. She could still feel him inside her and the hard need of his animal. She'd seen the light of the grizzly in his eyes while he'd taken her, raw and primal.

Her body shuddered just thinking about it. These last two weeks she'd been waiting for him every day to show her the same intensity he had on the first night, but he'd been holding back. She couldn't stand it. She'd wanted him, just as much as he wanted her, but their fears had kept them apart.

Now, nothing would stand between them. She could feel Leland's devotion to her flower inside her and bloom like a rose. He reached down and sprayed body wash into his hand. The fragrance filled the shower as he rubbed it over her body and between her legs. The water sprayed down her hair and her back, running between the curves of her ass as Leland washed her. He growled into her ear as he rinsed her clean and started to stroke her need. Her nipples were painfully erect. Even under the stream of warm steamy water.

"You need more attention. Don't you?" he growled into her ear.

He pressed his finger against her clit and she groaned, arching her neck. Leland sank to his knees, drawing his hard teeth over her body intermittently with his soft seductive kisses. He rested on the shower floor, still so big and imposing as she looked down at his dark head. He spread her open and ran his tongue up her slit. His eyes going back in his head as he tasted her.

She could barely stand to look. She had to brace herself on the shower walls to keep her knees from buckling. Leland twisted and twirled his tongue over her clit and the entrance to her pussy. She was gushing for him as his fingers entered her and his tongue vibrated on her clit. Sylvia groaned, her nipples painfully erect as she braced herself under the warm spray.

His fingers moved over her g-spot as he nibbled on her clit, making her explode in a gush of heat that was doubled by their new psychic bond. Each nuance and movement; each instance of pleasure seemed compounded as their connection radiated between them. They could feel each other's lust, and he could feel her release as she came throbbing on his hand.

He stood and turned her around, the water spraying over her back as her elbows braced against the shower wall. Leland ran his hands over her curves. His cock throbbing and slapping down on her ass. Her knees shook as he pushed against her. The place where she longed for him to be. He spread her again, this time, achingly slow.

His hands caressed her as the water fell on her back, down over her thighs and between her legs, washing down her clit as Leland pulled back and thrust again. Her nipples ignited and her body released. She called out his name, and he kissed the back of her neck.

"My sweet darling," he growled, nibbling in the tender flesh behind her ear and licking the delicate skin of her earlobe.

She contracted again, her mind throbbing in time with her body. She could barely comprehend what he was doing to her or how much pleasure she could feel. She was slammed against everything that was him, and it erupted inside her, making her giddy, making her languid and open and so much more than she had been.

His hands caressed her skin, cupping her breasts, moving over her hips and thighs, encouraging her to build her pleasure again as he moved into her so rhythmically.

"Oh, my dear girl," Leland breathed into her neck.

She could feel him throbbing inside her as he pulled her back against his chest and held her body tight to him. He pounded into her soft core relentlessly with his need for her. She was set alight as they came together in a burst of fire and light, as the water hit her chest. The scent of perfume surrounded them. They stood breathless in the moment, entwined in each other’s arms.

Sylvia wiggled and pulled away, collapsing against the shower wall, breathless. She looked up at him and smiled. He smiled back, and cupped her cheek.

Sylvia giggled and grabbed the soap, since she knew her face must be covered in smeared mascara, and went about taking a proper shower, and Leland joined in.

Once they had washed and dried themselves, Leland got dressed and went down to the car to get Sylvia's bag so she could change into some fresh clothes. She put on a comfortable pair of jeans, boots and flannel shirt. She joined him in the parlor. He had a cup of tea in his hand and another waiting for her. He handed it to her when she joined him on the couch. She took a sip, taking in the flavor and aroma of chamomile, honey and cream. She let out a satisfied sigh and smiled up at her mate.

"It's beautiful out here," she said, looking out the window at the northern pasture where the cattle grazed. "I could spend the rest of my life looking at that view."

"And I hope that you will," he said, reaching into his breast pocket. He sank to one knee and took her hand in his. He gazed up into her eyes.

"Sylvia Becker, will you be my wife?" he asked, opening the box.

"Of course, Leland," she said, her heart flying into her mouth. Her eyes went watery as butterflies took over her stomach. Inside the box was a perfect antique wedding ring.

"It was my grandmother's engagement ring," he said, taking it out of the box and slipping it onto her finger.

He sat beside her and looked down at her hand. The ring seemed to fit perfectly. "I promise to spend the rest of my life making sure you have everything you need. I hope you can accept me for who I am."

She gazed up into his eyes, the mountain of a man looked down at her with such vulnerability it made her heart break. They already shared so much, yet he still felt he need to prove himself to her. She could barely speak.

"I've wanted you from the first day, Leland. It would be my honor to be your wife."

"Thank you."

Leland gathered her in his arms, and they held each other as the soft spring daylight ran down from the deep azure blue sky outside the window.