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Catching a perky nipple in his mouth, he sucked it lightly while slipping his hand between her warm, supple thighs, traveling to her soft, slick valley. A slippery loveliness he coveted so. He pressed his lips against hers, honoring an urgent need to be kissed.

“Mmmm… my lil’ Woodland Princess is wet for me… Look at me. Hey, look at me.” He grabbed her chin firmly, and squeezed it. “You want me to go swimmin’ in your river?”

“Yes, baby.” She lay back as he straddled her, his hand still on that hot spot, dripping with love.

He looked into her eyes as he stroked her. “Did you put your birth control ring in this month, baby? I know it’s still kinda new for you, so I just—”

“Mmm hmm. Yeah, I took care of it.”

“Your body is fucking ridiculously beautiful, Princess… Let me taste you.”

He drifted between her legs, wrapping his arms around her thighs and jerking her close to his face. He crushed her pussy lips with his, humming against them. In response, she squirmed, giggled and grew even wetter.

Slipping his tongue up and down the juicy slit, he opened the fleshy doors and made a meal of the tiny rose bud beckoning him.

He kissed, licked and sucked it until he felt her shaking and screaming his name at the top of her lungs.

And then, he kept going. She rolled into yet another orgasm, spasming back arching.

Rising onto his elbow, he entered her swiftly and fucked her nice and slow.

He lay down on top of her, compressing her soft breasts against his chest. Cooing against his ear, she wrapped her long legs around his waist as he worked himself deeper inside of her.

He cupped her ass cheeks, pulling her into his thrusts. Need reflected in her eyes.

“You make such sexy noises when you fuck me, baby.” She sighed.

He smiled, then winked at her. “I have no self-control when it comes to you, possum. I turn into a hungry wolf.” As he drove himself deeper inside of her, their tongues found one another and danced.

Loud, slapping noises echoed throughout the room, blending with ‘It Makes Me Scream,’ by Meena Cryle.

“You know that I love you so much, right?” He bucked hard, his hips compressing. “Say you know that I love you, princess.”

“Yes, Kage, I know that you love me!”

“Mmm! You’re doin’ such a good job takin’ my long, hard, dick, baby. I love how your pussy holds and squeezes me… feels so good!”

He pressed his lips to hers, gripped a fistful of her hair, and rocked inside of her with short, hard, jabs.

Sweat poured down their bodies, a slippery beautiful mess.

Tequila flavored breath with hints of chocolate sweetness coated his tongue as he engaged in another kiss.

His pubic hair was saturated with her essence, catching her honey trails.

He dragged his palm against her skin as he neared his climax.

Her gasps grew louder… Her heart beat like a drum against him—vibrating and awakening something rich and primal within.

The music seemed louder, or perhaps it was all in his mind as the feeling of her body, her pussy, her love sent him out of this world.

Heavy breathing. Crushed lips. Bruised pasts.

Healing hearts. Bright futures. The heat from her body blended with his as they melted into one another.

His climax reached the point of no return, and he gave in to the sexual tension that had been building for days.

A pulsing need within him demanded more.

His jaw clenched, he held her tight, his hips rocking hard against hers as she met his thrusts.

Rising, he pinned her wrists down as his body went into soft convulsions and his hot release left his body in powerful bursts.

“Uhhhh! Shit!”

When he was completely emptied, he tumbled on to her.

Her body was cool now. He wrapped his legs and arms around her.

She stroked his hair, her pussy squeezing his dick as it softened inside of her.

Hozier’s, ‘Like Real People Do’ serenaded them while they basked in the afterglow.

She stroked his chest hair with her soft fingers, and he closed his eyes, trying to catch his breath.

He heard a noise, and she sat up slightly—she’d heard it, too. He stayed calm, knowing exactly what it was. She reached over to the side where the nightstand was, and peeked out the window.

“Oh my God, there’s a big ass moose in your backyard.” She sounded so excited.

Kage yawned and turned over onto his back. “That’s Orvil.” Even though his eyes were still closed, he could feel her looking at him. And then, she burst out laughing.

“You’re the National Geographic in the flesh. I should’ve known you knew the moose personally, and named him, of course. I need to start callin’ you the male Snow White.”

He chuckled at that.

“I can’t complain. I’m a fortunate man… And now that I have you, that makes me even luckier. I make a good income, but love is what makes a man rich. Not money.”

They were both quiet for a long while.

“Kage…”

“Yeah, baby?” He rested his arm against his forehead, eyes still closed.

“Sometimes I wish I could stay here forever. But I love my farmhouse, too, don’t get me wrong, and you made that gorgeous greenhouse for me.

Also, I’d want Huni to come, too.” He slowly opened his eyes and looked at her.

She was smiling at him, sadness in her eyes as she lay back down beside him and drew circles against his chest. “We feel like a family, almost. It’s like a magical land here. ”

He slowly sat up, resting against a pillow. After a few deep breaths, he reached for a bottle of water that sat on the nightstand, and drank it.

“I love it here, too… My grandfather is tryna take it from me.”

“What? Why?”

“Because he knows it was my tomb and my salvation. I hid from everyone here because I just wanted to be left the fuck alone, but at the same time… at the same time I didn’t want to be alone at all.

He saw that in me… that frailty I guess you could say.

Anyway, he wants it because it would hurt me.

He’s had a few guys out here tryna intimidate me about it.

Folks from the county. Then a surveyor was out here the other day, too, and then I got this.

” He reached into the nightstand drawer, pulled out some papers, and handed them to her.

She snatched them, looking more upset than he was. He waited as she speed read page after page.

“I can’t believe this! They are usin’ an old, outdated law so they can try to tax you out the ass, and if you don’t pay this in the allotted amount of days, the city is going to petition to take your land. When did you get this?” She flipped back to the first page.

“A couple of days ago.” He sighed. “Now I’m waitin’ to talk to my cousin who’s in the know about shit like this, and looking for an attorney, but it’ll be hard because most of the lawyers ’round here are bought by my grandfather, or too fuckin’ chicken shit to go against him in a court of law.

If I don’t figure out something, or prove them wrong, things are going to get bad. I’ve been gatherin’ my paperwork.”

She held up a finger as she re-read the second page. “Would you be okay with me asking my personal accountant about this?”

“Yeah.” He shrugged. “Go ahead. In the meantime, I’ll be lookin’ for a lawyer.” He pushed the sheets off of himself to get up.

“I must say, you seem awfully calm about this. I’m proud of you.” She offered a faint smile.

“I’m not calm, so don’t be proud of me. I already had my outburst; it just wasn’t in front of you… I keep that part of me away from you. I want you to feel safe around me. I meant that when I said it.”

He stood and stretched.

“But baby, that’s not fair. You can show me when you’re upset, sad, whatever. Life isn’t always peaches and cream. We both know that from first-hand experience.”

“My little forest fairy, I ain’t got a problem letting you see me upset.

You’ve seen me upset before—a little down, too.

That’s not it at all. What I refuse to let you see though is the monster in me…

” The silence stretched between them, and he saw her swallow as she traced her collarbone.

“There’s levels to my anger. There’s the, ‘I’m mad, but composed’ anger.

There’s the, ‘I’m gonna cuss ya out, but not touch you’ anger.

There’s the, ‘I’m gonna beat your ass, but you let you walk away afterwards’ anger, and then there’s…

well, the thing that I’m talking about right now…

” Her eyes widened. “It’s dangerous for you to be a witness when I get that angry.

It doesn’t happen often, so be at ease, but it does happen from time to time, so please believe me when I tell you that I’m not keeping anything in—it comes out just fine, just not around you . Not my little slice of heaven.”

He winked at her, then made his way to the shower.

Kage soaped up his body under the warm water as he hummed to Ane Brun’s, ‘All My Tears.’ Soon, he heard the door slowly open, then close, and he slowed down.

He glanced at the gun he kept tucked behind the toilet, but recognized the silhouette of his lady as she drew closer.

He closed his eyes, and heard her step in the shower behind him.

He felt a million pounds of pressure lift from his shoulders as she wrapped her small, but strong, arms around his waist, hugging him from behind.

The soft skin of an angel’s face pressed against his back.

He looked down at her hands locked around his stomach, and stroked them with his tattooed and soap-covered hands.

They bathed one another, kissing here and there, then rinsed, and left the shower.

While getting dressed, they enjoyed a bit of small talk, and made plans to watch some television together downstairs before bed.

“I’m gonna head on down,” she announced, slipping on a pair of extra socks she left at his house for when she’d spend the night.

“Okay, I’m comin’.”