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“Hunter!” I let out a desperate gasp for oxygen, my orgasm so intense that my thighs pressed against Hunter’s head, nearly dislodging him as the world around us faded to nothing.

All that existed was this burning ecstasy, the space between my thighs consuming my soul as it writhed with pleasure.

He pushed his fingers deeper inside, riding every last quiver of my climax with his tongue.

He waited for my quivers to subside, lifting his gaze to mine, slowing his licks until he finally stopped.

Stood up.

“Take off your dress,” he commanded as he unbuttoned his shirt. I sat up, the rock smooth against my ass, as I looked around, making sure no one had come back unexpectedly that could see us before I tugged the dress up and over my head. Then I removed my bra and lay down on the boulder like I was on an altar, preparing to be worshipped.

Staring into my eyes, he positioned himself at my entrance and said, “You’re mine.”

He pushed, making me gasp as he began to fill me inch by inch. Stretching me. He pulled back, only to go deeper this time, my lower belly quivering as he worked himself completely inside of me.

Hitting the bundle of nerves in my center.

When my eyes started to roll back, he really began to move. Gently at first, the passionate thrusts of two lovers professing their love for one another, no matter what.

He filled me, physically, and emotionally.

As Hunter made me his own, I became locked in his gaze. He began to work harder, his hips rocking back and forth as my high heels scraped against his hips.

“I love you,” he growled as he thrust deeper.

“I love you,” I echoed.

I could already feel a rising wave, but I was trying to fight against it. I wanted this to last as long as possible, wanted to feel him consuming me, filling me. I wanted to feel Hunter like this every day of my life.

His hips beat against the inside of my thighs, his body going deeper, while also hitting that sensitive area of flesh.

When my head fell back against the rock with a moan, Hunter clutched my hand and dragged it between my legs.

“Touch yourself,” he demanded.

I gladly obeyed, working the sensitive tissue while he watched my fingers.

Clenching his jaw, he moved more frenziedly, and heat shot up my lower belly again, my thighs trembling as the world around us became a vortex of pleasure.

“Hunter!” I screamed, the all-consuming ecstasy crashing around us.

His fingers dug into my flesh as we groaned through our orgasms.

CHAPTER41

Luna

“How are you feeling?” Hunter asked.

The morning light cast a golden promise across the bedroom, as if whispering, “Today could be better.”

But despair anchored me, my soul teetering between hope and its cold embrace.

“When will the pain start to fade?” I wondered.

Hunter walked deeper into his bedroom, stopping at the foot of the bed, his hands tucked into his cotton pants, his T-shirt clenched around his biceps.

“It doesn’t fade, exactly,” he said gently. “More like you learn to weave your life around it.”

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