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She kissed him. He enfolded her in his arms.

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IF IT WAS to be the last time, Gathren wanted to come when he was inside her, and she set this as her goal. She told him that she thought she needed more time, and less of his movement, and she asked if she could simply tuck him into her while she straddled him and he put his mouth to her breasts—their typical foreplay and the way that she usually could come—and he had no objections. Obviously.

She was sort of stunned when it happened right away.

Her orgasm was one of those quick builds and quick releases, the kind that doesn’t feel as good as one that’s been building for a time. But it had happened, and she had him in her, hard and eager, and his mouth was on her sensitive nipples, and she kissed his forehead and rode him like that for some time until he gasped that she needed to move off or he would spill in her, and she did not want that, so she moved.

They lay there, next to each other, sweat cooling on their skin.

“Look, I’m not saying…” He cleared his throat. “But I think we’ll simply have to meet again at some point, because we can do better.”

She snickered up at the ceiling. “Oh, truly?”

He looked at her. “Do you disagree? Was it really lovely for you?”

“We can do better,” she agreed.

“But I have to get back,” he said. “Kinsahad is going to be wondering what became of me, and he’s going to think I tried to run off and then changed my mind.”

“And you do have to go back,” she said. “For your mother.”

“I…” He didn’t finish the sentence.

“You do,” she said. “I have a mother as well, you know. I have to go back to her at some point, make sure that dragon hasn’t eaten her.”

“I tell you, they don’t eat humans.”

“Hasn’t burned her to death.”

“Yes, fair enough.”

Another long pause.

“A ship,” she said eventually, breaking the silence.

“Hmm?”

“What if we didn’t get off of it?” she said.

He sat up and looked down at her. “Didn’t get off the ship?”

“What if we, erm, lived on a ship?” She peered up at him. “My lord, you are the heir to Cirlahir—”

“Well, I’m told Ciralhir is going to be reassigned, actually.”

“Reassigned?” She was sort of horrified. “They can do that?”

“I don’t know,” he said, thinking about it. “It will depend on whether my father and my brother recognize Gilrihl’s government, I suppose. They could simply refuse to leave. I don’t think there’s much in the way of an army to force them. Whatever there is would be dealing with the orcs, I suppose. Anyway, there was some talk of it being reassigned to me. But if we’re going to live on a ship, I will not be taking over as the Envivtain of Cirlahir, I don’t suppose.”

She shook her head. “No, never mind it. This is mad.”

“It’s only talk,” he said. “Finish your thought. Why did you bring up my being the heir? Anyway, I suppose my brother is, really.”

“Only because you could get your hands on enough coin to buy a ship, could you not?”

His mouth curved into a smile. “Buy a ship? What would we be, then, warrioress? Pirates?”