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I arched my back, pressing myself closer to him. I wanted to feel every inch of him against me.
He kissed my neck, his lips trailing a path of fire down to my collarbone. I moaned softly, my body trembling with need.
His hand slid down between my legs, his fingers finding my most sensitive spot. He circled it gently, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.
I cried out, clutching at his shoulders. “Hayze,” I whispered, my voice ragged with desire.
He lowered his head and took me into his mouth, his tongue swirling around my clit in a way that made me writhe beneath him. I spiraled higher and higher until I lost myself in a world of pure ecstasy.
I screamed out in pleasure, my body tensing as I came undone. Hayze continued to suck and lick until the last tremors of my orgasm subsided.
He pulled away, his eyes filled with satisfaction. “You’re mine, Arlet,” he said again, his voice a low growl. “And I’m yours.”
I reached up and caressed his face, my heart overflowing with love. “Yes,” I whispered. “I’m yours.”
We kissed again, a slow, lingering kiss that sealed our bond even further. As we kissed, a deep sense of peace and contentment washed over me.
Hayze rolled over, taking me with him. We lay together, our bodies entwined. I traced my fingers along his chest, reveling in the feel of his warm, smooth skin.
He kissed my forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment. “I love you, Arlet,” he said.
“I love you too, Hayze,” I replied.
We closed our eyes and drifted off to sleep, our bodies and souls finally at peace.
CHAPTER 25
Arlet
The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with streaks of orange and purple as our boat approached Prince Rupert. Crisp, salty air filled my lungs, a stark contrast to the acrid fumes of New York City that seemed a lifetime away. The churning waters reflected the dying light, each wave a whisper of new beginnings. Hayze stood beside me, his eyes scanning the horizon with an intensity that mirrored my anticipation.
“Look at that,” he said, gesturing toward the shoreline where the dense forest met the sea. “It’s like stepping into a postcard.”
I couldn’t help but smile at his words. “It’s more than I ever imagined.”
The boat slowed as we neared the dock, and a man in a weathered jacket waved us in. His rugged face broke into a welcoming grin as we stepped onto solid ground.
“Arlet and Hayze Russel, I presume?” he asked, extending a hand.
“That’s us,” I replied, shaking his hand firmly.
“I’m Bill,” he said, “part of the local welcome committee. Got something for you.” He reached into his jacket and pulled out an envelope, handing it to me.
Inside was the deed to our land—a tangible symbol of our fresh start. I traced my fingers over the official seal, the weight of our new reality settling in.
Bill pointed toward a four-wheel-drive pickup truck parked nearby. “Got your ride ready. The house is all set up for you, too.”
We thanked him and climbed into the truck, Hayze taking the wheel with an ease that spoke of his adaptability. As we drove away from the harbor, I couldn’t shake off the surreal feeling that accompanied this leg of our journey.
The road ahead wound through dense woods and along cliffs that offered breathtaking views of the sea below. It was as if nature itself had conspired to welcome us with open arms.
“It’s beautiful here,” I murmured as we turned onto a mountain road that seemed to climb into the clouds.
Hayze glanced at me with a soft smile. “Just like you said—breathtaking.”
The engine growled as we ascended higher, navigating sharp turns and steep inclines. I peered out the window at the sprawling wilderness stretching endlessly before us. It was a stark reminder of how small we were in this vast expanse.
After several miles of driving in companionable silence, punctuated only by the gravel crunching beneath our tires, wefinally saw it—a cabin nestled against a backdrop of towering pines and snow-capped peaks.
