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‘I still do.’

They laughed as the night deepened. Before them, thousands of colored glowing spheres hummed to life and flitted across the plains.

‘What are they?’ the Rider asked.

‘Giant light moths. Beautiful from afar, a pest when near. They’ve decimated many of my small plants in our rock garden. They have a hankering for synna berries. Only when I found a transparent plex filament net on one of my trading trips could I cover my fruits and herbs and keep them away.’

Riv took a swig of his drink, savoring its incredible deliciousness. ‘The ones in the beer?’

‘Naam. Gardening in this tough environment gave me something to focus on. I also didn’t realise that it was giving me much-needed healing.’

The water felt like warm bliss around his limbs.

She leaned into his nakedness, into his throbbing length, and he sighed, reaching forward to cup her breasts as liquid lapped against them.

He set aside his beer on the rock behind him and turned her to face him. Running his hands over her body, he pulled her close to his heated, diamond-hard muscles and pulsing member.

She arched back as his lips kissed and sucked her nipples.

‘Mmm.’

Her moan electrified him as she reached up, holding his head to her chest, her mounds thrusting toward him.

His lips covered her skin, kissing and sucking, licking the nipple. She held his head close to her as she throbbed and pulsed.

‘Naam,’ she hissed, her body shaking, her knees weakening.

She sagged against him, her head to his chest.

‘You make me feel so good,’ she said, her breath warm on his skin.

‘I was designed to make you feel good,’ he stroked her cheek. ‘From how we fit together to how we’re drawn to each other.’

She crawled onto his lap, smiling.

She looked into his eyes and kissed him, her tongue entering his mouth.

‘No wonder all these years I felt like I was walking with a limp, Riv Sable,’ she said, kissing him. ‘Missing the very essence and half of me.’

He touched her, running his fingers over her body, tracing circles over her skin, moving ever lower until he slipped them to the apex of her enticing ass cheeks. She moaned at his stroke and touch, biting her lip.

She reached between her thighs, rubbing her supple wetness on his erection.

Riv gasped, his face contorting with pleasure.

Élisa kissed him, sucking his lower lip.

‘I want to taste you.’

His mouth curled. With a mighty heave of his arms, he sat on the water’s edge.

She swum between his legs and took his throbbing length into her mouth.

Riv groaned, leaning back, lifting one thigh to give her unrestricted access while resting his hands on the rock beside him.

Élisa’s lips and tongue worked on his shaft, making him gasp and shudder.

‘Naam, woman.’ He encouraged her, lifting his hips to slide in and out of her sweet, soft, suckling mouth.