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He looked like a war god, still smeared with dirt and blood, his wet muscles gleaming as he reached for her again.

Thea bit her lip, watching his cock bob as he moved towards her. She needed to feel it inside her. She needed him. It was impossible not to gravitate towards him, those silver eyes hooded with desire, that sculpted body glistening with water.

She remembered their situation with a start. In the face of everything else, her own needs suddenly seemed so miniscule. ‘What about Tver? What about the —’

‘Fuck everything else. Nothing else exists but us in this moment, Thea,’ he said. ‘And I mean to have you now, here in this spring. For as long as I can.’

His hand wrapped around her waist, following her curves to the small of her back, just as his other hand slipped between her legs, right down her centre.

‘Fuck everything else,’ she heard herself mutter, her voice husky with need.

‘Yes,’ he murmured, his mouth closing over hers as his fingers teased her clit. ‘Spread your legs for me, Thea…’

The words alone sent a thrill right to her core.

She did as he asked, the water of the spring rippling around their naked bodies. A soft cry broke from her as he slid a finger inside her. His rigid shaft twitched against her and she wrapped a hand around it, stroking up and down, taking her time.

Wilder groaned into their kiss, the sound sending a vibration shuddering through her, causing more heat to swell between her thighs as he fucked her with his fingers. It wasn’t enough – it wasn’t nearly enough to express the storm roiling inside her. Thea released his cock to lead Wilder to a deeper section of the spring, where the water rose to her ribs, and there was a slight ledge for her to perch herself on. She did exactly that, wrapping her legs around the Warsword and drawing his body to hers.

‘I need you,’ she told him breathlessly.

‘You have me,’ he said, his voice raw. ‘You’ve always had me.’

She reached for him, lining up the crown of his cock to her entrance. ‘You’re mine?’ she asked.

He tensed as she sank down onto him, his eyes glazed not just with desire, but with deep, unending love. ‘Beyond reason.’

‘Then I’m yours.’ She lifted herself, only to sink down on him once more, harder this time, allowing him more of her.

‘I asked for nothing in return.’ He tried and failed to stifle a moan as she moved against him again.

‘No, you didn’t,’ Thea allowed. ‘But you have me all the same…’

His throat bobbed, and he stilled them. ‘What are you saying, Thea?’

Emotion threatened to overwhelm her, to drown out the words she had wanted to say for weeks, the words she had wanted to echo back to him the second he’d said them to her.

‘I’m saying I love you, too,’ she told him, kissing him roughly.

Wilder’s body shuddered around her – and then, he became a man unleashed.

He thrust into her, hard and deep. Thea cried out, heat blooming in her chest, flushing her face, her breasts.

Wilder sank deeper still, making a low, rumbling sound of desire as he did.

Gods, she would never get enough of the sounds he made, or the feel of him inside her. She was no maiden; she had been with other men before, but it had never been like this. The force of Wilder was all-consuming, her longing for him so insatiable that the rest of the world and its threats fell away.

Leaving only them.

Each made for the other by the Furies themselves.

Wilder’s fingers closed around the base of her skull, grabbing a fistful of her hair and drawing her close, sharp pinpricks of pain sparking and fading.

He devoured her in every sense of the word, the spring water splashing as he fucked her. She arched into him, desperate for more, relishing how every part of them fitted so perfectly together, how he somehow grounded her amid all the chaos.

‘Touch yourself,’ he demanded, leaning back, his silver eyes darkening with need.

Thea looked down at his sculpted chest, the rippling contours of his abdomen, and the V that pointed like an arrow to where they were joined.