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"You planning to spend the whole morning ignoring me, love?"

She raised a brow. "You planning on giving me a reason not to?"

He crossed to her and plucked the cup from her hands, set it aside, and tugged her into his lap.

"Thought I gave you plenty of that last night."

She bit her lip. "You might need to give me a few lessons."

"God, I love your mouth."

She leaned in. "Then use it wisely."

He kissed her slow, deep, with the kind of promise that didn’t need words.

Outside, the wind swept through the trees like a hymn. Safe. Strong. Home.

She had found her place. Her mate. Her strength.

And nothing would ever take it from her again.