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It’s the filth that sends me spiraling. Has me pushing my hips back into his thrusts until we’re grinding into each other desperately, wringing the bliss from one another’s bodies, our groans of pleasure filling the forest. I’m barely through the tumult of sensation when Murph yanks me back against his chest, those burly arms wrapping around me.

“Mine,” he says, winded. “Mine to love. Mine forever.”

I reach back and loop my arms around his neck, dropping my head back onto his wide shoulder and looking into the eyes of the man I love beyond reason or common sense, pulling him down for slow, savoring kiss. “Forever.”

THE END