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“Stay,” he ordered, and I fucking adored his voice. It made me want to moan, the sound of it, but I was still busy trying to catch my breath.

I stayed put while he pushed himself back and sat up on the bed, then came behind me. Took my hair and slowly smoothed it over my shoulder while he kissed the other one. Ran his hands down my arms and put mine against the wall again.

“Keep them there,” he whispered, licking a trail from my jaw and to my neck, touching my breasts, squeezing my waist until my lungs were empty again.

All the while he muttered praise under his breath, told me how incredible I felt in his hands, how he could never get enough of touching my skin.

I didn’t understand half of it, completely delirious with pleasure, eyes half closed as I stayed there on my knees, facing the wall while he had his way with me.

He was on his knees, too, and when he was done caressing every inch of me he could reach, he put his hands on my thighs and pushed my knees a bit closer together. Then he took his cock in his hands and brought it to my entrance slowly from behind.

I pushed my hips back automatically, trying to take him in, so turned on again already it wasn’t even funny. But Taland was in control of me and with a hand around my hip, he held me in place, brought his knees to the sides of mine, and slowly played with me.

He leaned his shoulders back as he teased me with his cock at first, ran it over my skin and watched it disappearing between my legs, until he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. He pressed his chest against my back and thrust himself inside me all the way. Pushed me until I was one with the wall, too. Until I was sandwiched between it and him.

Fuck, I didn’t want to be anywhere else. He came so deep inside me my eyes rolled in my skull, and then he got to work. He fucked me from behind and didn’t let me move a single inch as he increased his speed by the second. I held onto that wall for dear life with both hands, and Taland pushed me forward withhis powerful thrusts until my cheek was against it, too. Like that, I could lean in and raise my ass up as far as he let me, and we kept going for a long time.

When Taland was close, he whispered in my ear about how much he wanted my pussy to squeeze him, and he brought a hand forward, massaged my clit like he fucking made me himself. I saw the stars again less than a minute in, and he followed right behind.

He held my hips in place and he pushed his up all the way until I felt him in my core. Even the pain of being stretched so fully by him was fucking delicious.

When he was done whispering my name, he held us there still, rested his forehead on my head while we both took a moment to catch our breaths. And when he pulled out of me, a little bit of his cum slipped down my thighs.

He grabbed me gently and put me on the bed, and he finally let me lie down.

We were covered in sweat with goofy grins on our faces, our hearts chasing the same rhythm, and the sun outside had just begun to descend behind the horizon.

We looked at each other, Taland and I, and we knew without the need for words. We knew exactly what we were both thinking, but he said it out loud, too, “The sun’s setting. That means we haven’t even started yet.”

“We can still go another round before it’s fully dark.”

His face broke into a huge, mischievous grin. “How abouttworounds?”

He moved lightning fast and fell on top of me again.

It was a long, long night, indeed.

And when the sun came up again the next morning, we were there to see it climbing, sitting out on that porch with thekitchen door wide open, covered in thick blankets, talking, or just holding hands in silence for minutes at a time.

With daylight, we finally went back to the bedroom to sleep, and Taland never once let go of me while we did. I could tell even when I was unconscious.

And even though things had gone to shit beyond anybody’s imagination at that point, and the future was incredibly unclear, I wouldn’t have changed a single day that led me here.

Chapter 17

Rosabel La Rouge

The first few days passed by in a blur. I still felt like I was on the run, like someone was right behind us, chasing us, like eventually, we were going to get caught. No way to help it—I’d been on the run for so long now that it had become the only way I knew how to exist.

Taland helped, though.

He was at peace when we were together, and he was there to smile at me and kiss me every time I woke up with a start, sweating and breathing heavily from one nightmare or the other. But he was there, and the nightmares had no chance against his touch, and they faded by the third night completely.

By the end of week one, I’d become perfectly comfortable.

We spent almost every waking second together. That first day when we fell asleep with sunrise, Taland had been to the nearest town, which was over an hour and a half away, apparently, to get supplies and groceries possibly for the next two months, if not more. He came back long before I woke up, so I didn’t even notice he was gone.

“I wasn’t alone,”he said, and I knew he meant those soldiers. Those men that didn’t look like men at all, but I didn’t blame them. They’d spent the last seven hundred years being dead and buried under a mountain.

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