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Nothing had ever felt so good. I never wanted it to end.

Susara stirred slightly and murmured, “That was amazing.”

“Yes.” I nuzzled her cheek and neck. “You’re perfect.”

She laughed. “If I am, then so are you.”

I closed my eyes and breathed in her sweet rosemary scent. Basked in her warmth. This was where I wanted to be for the rest of my life. Right here.

With her.

“Goodness, I’m lying on top of you again.”

She said that like it was a bad thing.

“I should get up or at least move to the side.”

I tightened my hold on her. “Don’t you dare.”

She looked up at me with a face that mirrored contrition. “I’m sure you didn’t sleep well with my weight preventing you from taking a deep breath—”

“Susara.”

She blinked at me with those perfect, bright eyes, and it felt like she was chasing away every cloud that marred the sky. “Y-yes?”

“I want to sleep like this, with you, for the remainder of my days.”

Chapter Seventeen

Susara

My breath caught in my throat and my cheeks went hot, and all of a sudden, my body was ignited again, even as his cock was still inside me. I squirmed against him.

He hissed and pulled me up further. His cock popped free from me, and I lamented at the loss. “Careful, woman or I’ll take you again.”

His voice was so warm and rich. I wanted him to rumble words into my ear until I’d turned to jelly. “I wouldn’t mind that.”

He groaned low in his throat. “You are insatiable, woman.”

“Yes, I am.” I stroked my fingers down his chest. “You don’t like it?”

“Oh, I like it,” he said low and sweet. “I just need a little time to refill. But the sun has only begun to rise. We have the whole day ahead.”

Sunrise?

I looked up, remembering where we were and what we were doing. The shelter was illuminated dimly by sunlight.

I gasped and sprang up away from him. The chilly morning air made my panic worse. “Oh no! Caivid, it’smorning.My father is going to be worried sick! We have to go back. Right now.”

His eyes widened as if he’d only just realized. “Fuck, yes. Let me help you.”

I was so glad he didn’t argue or make parting from him harder. He was dressed almost instantly, with only a pair of leather slacks. Then he turned to help me.

The feel of his hands on my body as they helped smooth down my underdress in the small space eased away the sharp edge of my panic. The way he brushed back my hair and how his fingertips lingered on my neck allowed me to take a deep breath.

I felt like I was melting into a hot pool of contentment, even as my heart wasthundering with the thrill.

I get to spend every day out here guiding my sheep with him.

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