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She stirred beside him, a little sigh catching her throat as she shifted.

Her body pressed closer, curves fitting to his frame, and her fingers curled on his chest.

‘Alexandr-Alexandr Roman,’ she whispered, voice husky and thick with slumber and dreams.

His entire spirit tightened at the sound. The way she said it was soft, reverent, sensual.

Fokk .

He couldn’t help himself.

He dipped his head, pressing his lips to her bare shoulder, her neck, and the corner of her mouth. She blinked awake slowly, lashes fluttering, eyes still dark with sleep.

She smiled, a little dazed.

‘Again?’ she murmured, her touch trailing down his side.

He didn’t answer with words.

Instead, he pulled her close and in seconds, slid his rock-hard shaft inside her with a groan.

He kissed her, slow at first, then deeper, need rising fast between them, their bodies instantly finding the rhythm.

She arched against him, breath catching, and he rolled her beneath him, cradling her jaw with a sacred reverence.

In moments, Savvine’s legs wrapped around Xander’s waist, her palms fisting his hair as he glided his thick cock in and out of her.

His soul wrenched even as he surged into her and fucked her, thrusting with unrestrained desire.

She mewled under him, taking it, all of him. Grunting, he drove into her with abandon, over and over again, until she clung to him, all four limbs holding on for dear life.

She locked lips with him, his tongue driving her wild, her hands tangled in his locks as he slid in and out of her.

‘Can’t get enough of you, Savvine.’

He grunted her name with reverence, which lit him up, and ratcheted the bliss rising in waves.

‘I’m insatiable for you, Xander.’

Her whisper turned into a hiss as he hit the right spot, her legs tightening and pressing his flank.

‘I adore your mass on me, your thickness, your strength, papi .’

The unexpected endearment had him chuckling, and he threw his head back with a rumble.

‘Are we deep in ‘be my daddy in bed’ territory now, belleza ?’ he rasped, nuzzling her ear.

‘You’re the one in too deep,’ she murmured back, gasping as he tweaked a nipple.

‘Too deep now?’ he growled, canting his pelvis so his shaft slid out of her before plunging in hard, bottoming as she gasped.

She whimpered, writhed, loving the drive of his hips.

Her breath hitched, she gasped, and when she finally found air, she moaned into his mouth, tapping his chest. ‘I meant in your heart, but when it comes to your cock you can never be deep enough.’

‘Deeper?’

‘ Papi , go places you’ve never been before.’

He groaned as her pussy lips sucked him in, mewling as he plunged into her wetness, happy to drown in her if she let him.

Her cunt clenched and pulled him in even further, creaming around him, her fingers on his ass, one sliding in and swiping him.

He lost it.

With a roar, he came in such vivid ecstasy his vision glitched into a white-hot starscape.

His hips moved of their own volition as he spurted long and hard into her center.

Savvine, too, convulsed on his cock, her lips seeking his as she rode the crest of pleasure.

He gave her his sweet, devouring her mouth, sucking, nibbling, giving her what she sought.

His comedown was torturous ecstasy as her pussy kept rippling around his length in a series of orgasms.

He stayed right with her through each undulation, kissing, adoring, and taking in every shudder against his body.

With a cry, she slumped back onto the bed, spent.

He fell over her, burying his head in her neck. Her silky skin pressed into his rough cheek, as her satin hair tumbled over his forehead.

‘Heaven.’

The morning sun streamed in through the tall windows of the lakeside cabin in gold sheets, slicing through the shadows and warming the polished wood floors.

Dust motes danced in the light, drifting through the air, catching the subtle sway of the linen curtains that whispered in the breeze.

Outside, the lake glistened like melted silver, still and perfect, while birds trilled from the canopy beyond the veranda.

Xander prowled in his kitchen, barefoot and bare-chested.

The luminous glow through the window kissed the ink on his back as he cracked eggs into a cast-iron skillet.

The scent of butter and herbs filled the room.

He tossed a pinch of smoked sea salt over the pan like he’d done it a thousand times before, for himself.

His keen hearing caught the whisper of feet as Savvine padded out of the bedroom.

He saw her in the window’s reflection and had to pause, heart tightening in his chest.

She wore nothing but one of his shirts, black, soft, oversized, draped over her like sin and sunlight.

Her legs were bare, hair messy from sleep and sex, her lips still swollen from when he kissed them as the sun came up.

‘You’re staring,’ she murmured, a smile tugging at her lips.

Xander turned, spatula in hand, walking toward her.

He hooked a hand around her waist, tugged her into him, and dropped a kiss to her forehead.

‘Wouldn’t you?’ he rasped, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear, giving her a slow, deep lip lock that stole her breath and left her gripping his arms.

When he pulled back, she whispered, ‘What was that?’

He smirked. ‘Your appetizer.’

‘Can’t wait for the main course,’ she sighed, sliding to the breakfast nook, knees up, arms around them, eyes on him.

Back at the stove, he flipped a pancake with casual precision.

On another pan, protein bacon strips were crisped to perfection.

A stack of pillowy, golden pancakes rested beside a bowl of whipped honey cream.

Next, thin-cut fruit fanned over chilled stone, a scattering of berries, and a ramekin of cinnamon-dusted syrup so decadent it should’ve been illegal.

‘It looks amazing. You just might be the wolf of my dreams.’

He glanced over his shoulder. ‘You like?’

She wandered behind him, slid her arms around his waist, and rested her cheek against his back. ‘Of course, lover, but what I adore more is you cooking in nothing but a pair of sweats.’

He laughed, the rumble vibrating through her.

Turning, he handed her a piece of protein bacon, raised an eyebrow as she bit into it, and closed her eyes with a hum of approval.

He couldn’t help it; he leaned in and lowered his mouth to hers again, short and sweet, one hand at her hip, the other cradling her jaw.

She broke the kiss with a grin. ‘I could get used to this.’

‘You’re not the only one.’

They plated breakfast together, his hand brushing hers.

Their laughter was soft and stolen as they moved in sync.

He fed her bites of honey cream on warm pancake pieces.

He kissed her temple when she got syrup on her lip, and pressed his palm to the small of her back every chance he got.

Their kisses came in pulses.

A short one when she stole his last berry. A slower one when she sat on the kitchen bench and drew him between her knees.

A long, tender kiss that paused everything when he cupped her face and melded his mouth to hers.

His tongue, silken and suckling, ratcheted their craving

With groaned reluctance, they pulled apart, breathing a little harder, their cheeks warm, their pulses racing.

Xander sighed, running a hand through his hair. ‘We should probably get dressed.’

She smirked, still perched on the seat in his shirt, still irresistible. ‘Should we, though?’

He stepped to her again, brushing the backs of his fingers down her thigh. ‘Don’t tempt me.’

She laughed, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him one last time until he pulled away.

‘Xander, you’re breaking the spell,’ she grumbled.

‘Never, we’ll always have this.’

She smiled with such joy that a wild tear of affection, for her, surged in Xander’s soul.

He gave her a sloppy smile, lost in the emotion, passion, and yearning lingering in the sun-drenched cabin.

This morning was theirs, unforgettable and utterly captivating.