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“I didn’t believe it until I met you.” That was what Kjartan had said earlier, and it had been the same for me. I had never believed that I would have all this: a loving man, a beautiful home, and a job I adored.

Life is good.

“What are you smiling about?” Kjartan asked, his voice as soft and warm as his hug.

“You,” I said without missing a beat. “You, this place, and the cafe. How much I love my life.”

“I never thought I would ever agree with you about that. It is so good, isn’t it?”

I believed every word. He’d started opening up about his time in the guerrilla army in his homeland recently. He had felt safe enough to tell me at last.

“It is, my love. With you, it is.”

Epilogue

Beryl

“Doing chores with you is fantastic. Phew.” I grinned up at the ceiling then turned to look at Kjartan.

My post-orgasmic bliss was mirrored on his face. He grinned at me, both tusks on display.

Oh, my beautiful man.

I rolled around on the sheets we had put on the bed before we got...sidetracked. I groaned like an eighty-year-old and snuggled into his sweaty chest.

“Are you alright, Vindur?” Kjartan asked, cuddling me closer and resting his hand on my naked hip. “Did I fuck you too hard?”

“Never.”

He kissed the top of my head.

“Good, because that was so hot I want to repeat it before we have lunch.”

My ass is going to be so sore.

“Where do you get your stamina from, my love?”

“I don’t know,” he purred, pulling his hands free, and nudging me on my front. “You are just so beautiful and feel so good around my cock…” His voice trailed off as he kissed and licked down my spine. “I can never get enough of how good you look with my cock in that pretty pink hole.”

Gods!

I moaned when my ass clenched and a gush of warm liquid seeped out of me.

“Mmm, remind me who this hole belongs to?”

I whimpered into the duvet.

“You.” His cockhead nudged my tender flesh when I pushed my hips back.

“That’s right. It’s mine to do with as I please. And do you know what that is?”

“No.” The breath got stuck in my throat when he slid his dick back into me.

“I want to spread those cheeks”—he did just that—“and fuck you into the mattress until you scream my name.” Kjartan sank into my cum-slicked hole in one deep slide.

He buried his face in my neck and let out a low whine.

“Not if you scream mine first,” I gasped.