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I sense, rather than see, his grin. Probably smug. But I guess with a dick like that he has every reason to be.

“Good.”

The steam fills the bathroom, like a cloud of passion surrounding us. Bhodi’s hands are all over me, exploring my body with a fiery intensity that matches the heat between us. I’m lost in his embrace, his kisses, his touch. I’m lost in the love that I had missed so much, that had found its way back to me like a beacon in the dark.

“I love you, Malia.”

Our bodies sync in perfect harmony as we move in unison, the water cascading down on us, blending in with the sounds of our moans, our movements, and my cries of absolute bliss.

We move faster, our bodies pounding against each other, the room vibrating with each thrust and every cry. The water is drenching us, washing away every care, every worry, every tear. Only this moment matters. Only this love.

“Fuck! Bhodi!” I cry, clinging to his shoulders as he thrusts into me. It’s all I can do to hold on and snatch a breath when I can. He’s relentless, fucking me hard and fast and oh so fucking deep.

My walls are already tightening again and the tell-tale tingle has started in the base of my spine.

“Bho, I’m going to?—”

“Come, Malia. Give it to me. Scream. Let them hear me claiming you.”

Fuck, what is it about his filthy commands that I can’t resist? I scream my release and a minute later Bhodi follows me over the abyss into freefalling pleasure.

Slowly, we break apart, our bodies glistening in the steamy mist. We kiss one last time, our hearts still pounding in tandem. I know that this moment will stay with me forever, etched in my memories as the moment we truly found each other again.

Reunited at last. One down, three to go.

As we step out of the shower, we wrap towels around ourselves and make our way back into the bedroom. The sheets are soft and inviting, beckoning me to collapse onto them in exhaustion and satiation. But we don’t have time for that. The fact that the bedroom is empty and the others are up, means we’ve already taken longer than we probably should have. I’m hit by a pang of guilt. But still, I can’t help but trace the lines of Bhodi’s body with my fingers, feeling the familiar contours that I’ve missed for so long, and although I feel alittleguilty, I don’t have any regrets.

“I love you, Bhodi,” I whisper, my voice barely audible, as all of the emotions I’ve been tamping down start to claim me.

He smiles, his eyes soft and full of love. “I love you too, Malia. Ready to face the day?”

I nod, even as I glance forlornly at the empty bed. I guess we have a lot to unpack anyway. No rest for the wicked.

“Let’s do this.”

I’m not even jealous.

Okay, I’m notthatjealous that Bhodi made Malia scream the palace walls down.Twice.I’m just…miffed that I didn’t think to gatecrash her shower.

When the pair of them appear in the living room, fresh faced and even more freshly fucked, a hint of pale pink blush colouring Malia’s cheeks, I can’t help but grin.

“Good morning, Mai-Tai. Sleep well?”

“Great thank you.”

“And your shower?”

Her blush deepens. “Amazing.”

I chuckle and pat the seat beside me. “Good. Come here.”

I love that she doesn’t hesitate to join me, but the second she sinks into the plush couch beside me, I change my mind. Grabbing her carefully, I pull her onto my lap and wrap her in an enormous bear hug.

She giggles for a moment and then melts into my embrace. I take a deep breath and relax.

She’s here. She’s safe. She’s back where she belongs.

And I plan on never letting her go again.

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