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hit the floor along
with my pink cotton panties, while I pushed his shirt off over his shoulders.
We stood there and stared at each other, naked and panting.
    “God, you’re gorgeous.” With a low growl he
grabbed me around the waist and pulled me against his chest.
    I looped my arms around his neck and met
his mouth halfway, desperate for his kiss. After just one day, I’d become
addicted to the feel and taste of him. I ground my pelvis against his thighs
while his tongue invaded my mouth, and I rubbed my stomach against the thick
ridge of his erection. Wetness slicked my inner thighs and my turgid nipples
rasped against the coarse hair of his chest.
    “Gotta… Now…” His guttural sounds were
barely words, but I got the gist.
    “Yeah,” I managed in return.
    He lifted my ass up onto the counter and
pushed my legs apart. I instinctively wrapped them around his waist and leaned
back on my hands, opening myself for him even further. He gripped my hips and
plunged his cock inside my pussy in one long, sure stroke. We both groaned
aloud at the relief.
    “Hannah…” he muttered as he began to move,
back and forth in a short, fast rhythm. He palmed my breasts with both hands
and kneaded the flesh, giving me the rough loving I needed after a day of fear
and danger. I needed this, to feel alive, to feel Evan whole and healthy and
here.
    “Don’t. Talk,” I gasped. “Just. Fuck. Me.”
I was having plenty of trouble speaking myself as the pleasure began to knot up
in my womb. The last word I got out was a mewling whimper. “Please!”
    “Fuck, yeah.” He pounded that thick shaft
into me almost hard enough to hurt, hard enough to let me know he felt the
intensity of our experiences as much as I was. I arched my spine and dug my
heels into his back. The sensations coursing through my nerves were so intense
I honestly couldn’t open my eyes, even though I wanted to see his face. A fine
tremor began in my fingers and toes, spreading up my legs and arms until it
encompassed my entire body. Each of Evan’s thrusts sent a jolt of electricity
from my pussy to my spine. Finally, it was all too much. I screamed his name as
every muscle I possessed convulsed and stars swam in front of my eyelids.
    “Hannah!” His roar shook the walls of the
cabin as he held his cock deep inside me and let go. Hot rushes of semen filled
my channel, setting off another orgasm for me, before the first had even
subsided.
    I came so hard I may have even blacked out
for just a second. When I caught my breath and opened my eyes, Evan leaned over
me with his arms propped on the counter on either side of my chest. He panted
heavily and rested his forehead against my shoulder.
    My arms lay limply at my sides, and my legs
hung uselessly, while my back bent at an uncomfortable angle. I shifted, and
Evan immediately stood, drawing my unresisting body up with him and cradling me
close to his chest. His lips grazed the top of my head and his hands stroked
tenderly up and down my spine.
    “Just so you know,” he murmured thickly.
“Watching you put yourself in danger was hard. But you handled it perfectly. I
was damned proud of you, and bloody glad we were on the same side.”
    “Mmm. Same goes. Guardian does good work.”
I snuggled against his broad, hairy chest, content to wallow in the afterglow.
Eventually we both stretched and stood. Evan started the water in the shower,
and we both climbed inside. He took the soap and lathered up his hands before
gently washing down every square inch of my skin. When he was done, I rinsed
off and did the same for him.
    When he turned so I could wash his back, I
noticed something I hadn’t seen before. On his left shoulder blade was the
small brown outline of a bear. It was very stylised, almost like a Native
American fetish. I dropped a kiss on it.
    “Nice tattoo. Truth in advertising, huh?”
    He laughed. “Sort of. But it’s not a tattoo.
It’s a birthmark.”
    “Oh?” I lathered up my hands and soaped his
arms, loving the feel of his corded