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“I love you more than life, Ayden. Never doubt that.”

My thumb wiped a tear that escaped his eye.

“I have never loved anyone so much,” he whispered.

I pulled out and slid in again.

His smile widened. Pleasure closed his eyes.

Slowly now, in and out, as deep as his body would allow.

“I want to feel you fill me,” he gasped.

Still slowly. So slowly.

I rose onto my knees and spat into my palm, then gripped his cock.

Thrusts and strokes, in time, together.

So slowly.

So long and gentle and . . .

“Oh, Spirits, Dec. I’m—”

I shoved into him hard, all gentleness gone.

Intense, raw passion driven by need and desire compelled me, drove me.

His hole gripped.

My cock pulsed.

His abs drew tauter than a pulled bowstring.

His shouts bounded throughout the cave.

Warmth spilled over my hand and onto my chest.

My heart sprinted.

I pumped into him faster than I thought—

Every pleasure I’d ever felt poured out of me.

I fell forward, exhausted, sweating, and unwilling to part from this man.

Ayden and I were one again.

Chapter 12

Keelan

Isat by the campfire, staring across at Jess’s sleeping form. She lay on her side, back toward me, her head rested on her pack-turned-pillow with a waterfall of long brown hair splayed from the pack across the grass behind her. She muttered and groaned softly in her sleep. The stress and exhaustion of the past few days had finally overcome her, and she’d become unsteady in her saddle.

When Atikus and I mounted to resume our journey, Jess was sound asleep on the grassy ground.

“Are you sure you should not carry her?” Atikus asked when I tasked him with keeping Jess ahorse with him.

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