Page 165 of Cavern of Silence

I kiss her. "My love for you will never die, Julieta."

"And mine won't for you. They tried to break us, but we can't be broken."

I submerge myself in her kisses and indulge in the perfection of her skin against mine.

She pulls back. "I have something I want to add to our bucket list."

I can't help my widening grin. "You do? What is it?"

"I did some research on New Zealand."

"And?"

"Do you know you can get married in a mud bath at Hell's Gate in Rotorua? It's part of the geothermal wonders, and they say the steam hisses from the volcanoes."

"You want to get married in the mud?"

"Yep. I thought you'd be up for it."

I chuckle. "Well, add getting married in a mud bath to our bucket list, then."

She kisses me then rises and turns. Looking over her shoulder, she says in a Mexican accent, "Excuse me, Mr. Harry Halo. I wondered if you could tell me if you think I need any work done on my ass?"

I stand so I'm flush to her body and put my arm around her waist, holding her tight to me. I slide my other hand down her torso and stop on her mound. "Why, Yolanda Marsico, I do believe your ass is perfect as is. However, I think there's a leak in your plumbing."

"A leak?" she innocently asks in her accent.

I slip my fingers lower. Putting my lips on her ear, I murmur, "Yep, it's a little wet down here, and I know just the man to take care of it."

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Julieta

Ryker'swoodsy scent flares in my nostrils, and I snuggle closer to him. He rubs my ass and kisses my head, and everything feels right again. No amount of time spent apart could ever destroy our love or bond.

"Morning, baby," his gravelly voice purrs in my ear.

I tilt my head up, and all the desire I've ever had for him pools in my veins. It's like a chain reaction of need bouncing from one sense to the next, growing my craving so quickly, all I can do is act upon it.

I slide over him, careful not to hurt his ribs, digging my knees into the mattress, and weaving my fingers in his hair. When my lips touch his, the animal in him comes out.

Ryker wraps his arms around me, holding me so close, I'm pressing into his skin.

"Your ribs."

"Shh." He palms my ass and holds my head firm while his tongue circles my mouth, creating a wave so hot it rolls through me, and I shudder while sliding on his erection. His deep groan vibrates against my chest.

His teeth scrape my jaw, and his warm breath hits my neck.

"Oh God," I moan.

"I missed how good your skin smells," he murmurs in my ear before nibbling it.

"If I could bottle your scent and spray it all over me, I would," I pant while lazily thrusting with him.

"Stunning perfection," he mumbles against the pulse in my neck and caresses my branded skin.

I push my nails into his back.