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I grab the bag and her hand, pulling her along with me. There’s a small clearing through the pine trees, and as we enterit, it opens up to a river of sorts. Where the waterfall spills into a lagoon before finding its way to the edge.

“This place is out of this world.”

Sunday gasps with pleasure, and I drop the bag along with my jacket.

“Fancy a dip?”

I point to the lagoon and Sunday smiles, the memory sweet of the first one we took all those months ago.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

I tear off my clothes—every single item, and she does the same, no blushes needed because I could draw every line of her curves from memory alone.

Her face is flushed, happy even, and as we come together, it’s as natural as the place we find ourselves in.

Words are no longer necessary; it’s actions now, and as we kiss, the sun beats through the trees, heating our skin.

Her soft groan matches my hunger as I kiss a trail down her body. The fresh air whipping around us, a natural coolant.

I can’t get enough of Sunday. I never could, and I feast on her body as if it’s my final meal. It won’t be—for two weeks, anyway.

Life takes on meaning when I’m with my girl and as I dive into her pussy, I breathe in deeply, the scent of her pheromones causing me to rage inside.

Her hands linger on my shoulders as she groans with desire, my touch gentle, my beard rough against her clit.

“Oh my God, honey.”

She trembles against me. I grip her ass hard and pull her in deeper, licking, biting, sucking her orgasm clean out of her.

Her legs cave and she falls into my arms, and I stand, swinging her into my arms, kissing her lips deep and hard.

I stride to the lagoon, jumping in still holding her, and as the icy water chills our heated skin, her gasp of shock raises a chuckle.

“Fuck, Razor. You could have warned me.”

I hold her tight, her tits pressed to my chest, and once again fasten my lips to hers, desperate for all her breath.

Her hand tangles in my hair, holding it hard as she kisses me back, taking no prisoners, demanding every piece of me.

She palms my cock and squeezes it hard, my savage groan her reward for taking what she wants.

I pull her up, her legs gripping my waist and without warning I impale her on my cock, leaning her back so her pussy is flush with my stomach.

She floats back as I push inside her, her hair fanning out in the lagoon, capturing my heart. I push in softly, her breath hitches, her face glows. In and out, harder, then soft, taking my time, enjoying every second of fucking my woman.

Her tits bounce on the water, and I can’t tear my eyes away from her. She is perfection and she always will be.

I pull out, loving how her serene expression turns to one of regret, and I spin her around, pushing her down on the edge, her face hitting the wet grass as I slide into her from behind.

Her legs are wide, her ass high, and as I grasp her tits, I push in deep, my balls pressing against her ass cheeks.

Fuck, this is the best remedy for heartache there is, and I pull her in deeper, then release her, a cycle that doesn’t end, as I take my fucking time.

CHAPTER 36

SUNDAY

Iam gone, delirious, intoxicated, and now officially ruined for any other man.