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teasing and taking until her body trembled. Then he retook control.
    Rolling her onto her back, he built the speed of their coupling slowly at first, increasing the tension tightening her core. Then harder and faster. She clung to him as everything spun away and her reactions took over.
    This time, when the release took her, she muffled her cry against his chest, biting down to keep silent. A moment later, she felt him follow her, his body tightening as he came for her.
    A pleasure and satisfaction unlike anything she’d known with anyone else lapped over her, leaving her content and savoring a moment she’d remember always.
     
    He hugged her close for a long while after, their breathing slowing together. When he slipped to the side, he gathered her to him, leaving no space between their bodies. His heat seeped into Nuala, keeping her warm despite the chill in the room and the sweat cooling on her body.
    In the silence, she wanted to pretend this could last. They could be together with no repercussions. But even her love and contentment didn’t allow her the delusion. There would be consequences to this perfection.
    She opened her mouth to start a conversation she didn’t really want to have, but stopped when her stomach growled so loudly it echoed in the quiet.
    The sound was so unexpected she started to giggle. When she felt Einar’s chest bumping her cheek as he tried to suppress his own amusement, she laughed harder. A moment later, he lost control and his deep, uncontrolled chuckle joined hers. He so rarely laughed that the sound enchanted her.
    She looked up into his face and smiled. Serious conversations could wait a little longer.
    “I guess that means I’m hungry.”
    “Running across the rooftops then monumentally fabulous sex does tend to do that.”
    “You experience both together often?”
    “Only with you.”
    She reached up for a kiss.
    “The owls should have delivered some food by now. I’ll go check.” His hand stroked up the length of her bare back. “I want to tell you to stay naked. But…”
    His hesitance surprised her. “But?”
    “If someone enters the building while I’m on the roof, I don’t want you to be vulnerable.”
    She cupped his cheek. “I’m not vulnerable without clothes. Except with you. But if it will make you more comfortable, I’ll dress while you’re gone and strip immediately after you return.”
    That earned her another of his glorious smiles, this one sexy and deliciously wicked. “I do prefer keeping the sight of your beautiful body to myself. I’ll be quick.”
    He was out of bed and dressing so fast, she giggled again. As he hurried out the door to the roof, she tugged on her trousers and shirt, not bothering with the niceties of undergarments or her riding robe. She wouldn’t be keeping these clothes on long enough for that.
    She did, however, uncover her scabbard belt from the pile of clothes and remove Einar’s knife. She only noticed then that he’d moved her bow and quiver to lean against the wall near the head of the bed. She’d been so caught up in their passion, she’d forgotten she’d left them on the mattress.
    After a brief hunt in the room next door, she uncovered an empty, thankfully intact chamber pot and took advantage of the find. Then she went to stand by the window in their room and study the street carefully while she waited for Einar to return. As before, everything was silent, giving the area an abandoned feel.
    Likely, this part of Noman’s Land was abandoned. Or any squatters were hiding and asleep. She’d never stopped to consider if the Sorcerers attacked during the day or kept their movements restricted to the night. There was no reason they wouldn’t be about during the day, not that she could think of, but the utter silence of the morning hinted that everyone had huddled back behind their lines to wait for…something.
    She didn’t look away from the street when she heard Einar return, giving the area a final sweep,