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He only used his cupido on her sometimes, to heighten their experiences together, and only ever with her explicit permission. But she knew it was sometimes hard for him to hold it back when he was so caught up in her, and right now, fucking Iblis, he wanted to be caught up in her. He had no idea how many cold, lonely nights away from her and their family he had ahead of him. He needed this memory to carry him through.

He broke the kiss, his heart aching and his lungs breathless. “Do you want me to?” he asked darkly.

“Yes,” she said, just as desperate as he was. “Show me how you feel.”

Feeding that thread between them in his mind, he poured himself into her. All his lust, his desire for her—the feel of her warm, tight body against his. Her breasts, soft and heavy against his chest, and how much he longed to suck on them until they were raw. He kissed down her neck, feeling her soft skin, licking and laving at the sensitive spot under her ear until she moaned, and with every thought, every feeling, he sent his own lust through the thread, amplifying hers tenfold.

“Steig,” she groaned, the sound of it sending another bolt of lust through him, which he also shared with her. “To the bedroom. Now.”

Scooping her up so her legs were wrapped around him, he squeezed her ass as he carried her through the archway to their bedroom, hoping they’d be quiet enough to not wake the kids.

Roughly, he threw her down on the bed and felt through the channel in his mind how much she liked it.

“You want me to be rough?” he asked, his voice low.

“I want to feel it, Steig,” she said, looking him dead in the eyes. “I’m going to miss you, so make me remember.”

“You asked for it,” he said, sending more of his lust her way as she tilted her head back in ecstasy.

“Iblis, Steig, you want me that bad? After all this time?” she asked, a dazed smile on her face.

“Always,” he replied, hoping she could tell with just that one word, how much he meant it. How much he loved her.

Roughly, he ripped at her pants, pulling them off in one smooth motion before undoing the buttons on his own. He grabbed her legs in his hands and spread them apart before pulling her sharply to him. With one hand, he pressed down on her stomach, holding her in place, and with the other, he spread her legs wider as he sank to his knees.

Without preamble, he stuck his tongue inside her, tasting her sweet cunt, before licking up her center.

Lara let out a choked sound, like she wanted to cry out but stopped herself, knowing she needed to be quiet. He felt through the channel in his mind how much she liked that, so he did it again. And again. And again, until she was shaking like a leaf in front of him.

“Iblis, Steig,” she whispered, her voice tight as her climax approached.

“Not yet, my joy,” he whispered against her. “I want you to come with me.”

“Then stop licking me so good and fuck me,” she growled.

Rising up, he came above her, pushing her hair back from her face so it spread across the bed like a halo around her. Looking into her face, he let his desire surge once more. Not just for her body—her warm, delicious cunt, and those bitable lips that were parted before him—but for her. Her fierceness, her love, her fire, her kindness, her softness, her spark. Everything, everything about her. And he fed her that desire too.

“Steig,” she moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head. “Fuck,” she muttered, breathless. “I love the way you love me.”

“I’ll never stop,” Steig said, before sheathing himself inside her. She had asked for it rough, so he gave it to her—pounding into her with all his strength. She bit his shoulder—hard—leaving teeth marks as they fucked like animals. And soon he couldn’t hold it back anymore, so he released himself, spilling inside her—the woman he loved more than anything in this world taking all of him. He felt her clench around him, her own orgasm meeting his as he’d intended, until her body went limp.

Breathless, he collapsed on top of her, kissing her jaw, her neck—holding her like he never wanted to let go.

She nuzzled into him, holding him tightly in return. They stayed like that for some time, just feeling each other breathe, until eventually, he got up the courage to release her.

He stood up slowly, reluctantly, and started redoing his pants.

“Give me a few minutes to pack, then we can wake the kids so I can say goodbye. I have to be at the entrance in an hour,” he said, forcing himself to move.

Lara nodded silently as she, too, dressed, then wordlessly started grabbing clothes and handing them to him, helping him to fill his saddlebags.

He savored every minute they were together, even in silence, but the closer they got to being done, the more the dread started to slowly creep back in. Dread for what was ahead of him—traveling with Gunnar and Chans, having to find Ena and Ty. Because even if they did find them, and he managed to sabotage their capture without revealing his intentions to Gunnar and Chans, how could he return after that? To his wife. To his kids. Cole would never let him rest until Ty was found.

It all seemed so impossible and insurmountable, and he just hoped to Iblis, or even fucking Gaia, that when the time came, he’d know what to do.

Chapter Five

Ena