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Her heat, the scent of her, the little sounds she made—God, they were enough to drive him to distraction.

When he could bear it no longer, he positioned himself at her entrance and replaced his fingers with his cock. The heat of her, the tight grip of her body… it was almost too much to bear.

He thrust inside, and she moved eagerly to meet him, pressing her bottom closer, taking more of him. A soft cry escaped her lips as he filled her completely.

With one hand, he continued to caress her breasts, rolling her nipple between his fingers, while the other settled on her hip, holding her steady as he drove into her from behind.

His thumb found her swollen nub again, circling it with just the right pressure, while his hips maintained a relentless rhythm, thrusting into her with all his desire and need.

She sobbed in pleasure, her fingers gripping the cloak beneath her as he plunged in and out of her. Her cries grew louder, more desperate—but it wasn’t enough.

He wanted her to scream in pleasure.

Yes, they were still being hunted, still in danger. But in this moment, nothing else existed.

Just the two of them and this overwhelming need.

He rocked against her, increasing the pace. His thumb continued its rhythm over her peak, making her sob and cry out his name. He could feel her body tightening around him, could sense her approaching climax.

When it hit, she pulsed from the inside, her inner muscles clenching around him in waves of pleasure, drawing his own orgasm from him with violent intensity. He buried his face in her neck to muffle his cry of release.

They lay like that afterward, in complete silence, their breathing gradually slowing. The sounds of the forest returned little by little, reality beginning to intrude on their perfect bubble. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder and spoke reluctantly.

“We need to get up and get moving,” he said, his voice rough with sleep or perhaps satisfaction. “If people are looking for us, they must be closing in. We need to leave this place.”

She made a small sound of protest, pressing back against him, clearly reluctant to break their intimate connection.

As it was, they’d already spent too much time lost in pleasure. He had been too engrossed in her, hadn’t been as observant as he should have been.

Reluctantly, he withdrew from her warmth and sat up.

He looked around carefully, his trained senses scanning for any sign of danger.

Everything seemed quiet. The forest appeared peaceful—innocent, even.

He stood and walked a short distance away to relieve himself, then gathered his scattered clothes. The morning air was cool against his bare skin as he walked naked to the stream, needing to wash away the evidence of their lovemaking before they continued their journey.

The water was shockingly cold, making him gasp as he waded in. He scrubbed himself quickly but thoroughly, trying to focus on practical matters instead of the memory of Leila’s soft cries still echoing in his ears.

When he turned around, he found her standing on the bank, watching him with an expression he couldn’t quite read. Was it awe? Pride? Something else?

She was still wearing his shirt, which modestly covered her from knees to shoulders, as if he hadn’t kissed and tasted every inch of her body just hours earlier.

The white linen clung to her curves, somehow more enticing than if she’d been completely naked.

She had beautiful legs—long and graceful, with perfectly shaped calves and delicate ankles. Her entire silhouette was seductive, and he could see the outline of her body peeking through the thin white fabric.

She was breathtaking. And for a moment, he forgot all about the danger, all about the need to keep moving.

She walked toward him, moving with that panther-like grace that had first caught his attention. Every step was fluid, predatory, feminine. Utterly her.

His Leila.

He looked at her, and she was watching him with unmistakable hunger in her eyes, as if their recent lovemaking had only whetted her appetite for more.

“Come here,” he said, his voice a low rasp. “I’ll help you wash.”

She smiled and stepped into the water, only to retreat with a sharp yelp.