The Lovely Loner
Each thrust was met with her rising to him, breathless and wild.
Time unraveled.
The storm outside grew louder, wind thrashing against the windows. But inside that cabin, everything was still—just firelight, soft moans, and the shared heartbeat of two people giving themselves fully to each other.
She curled into him, her face buried in his chest, and he held her like she might vanish if he let go.
The room was quiet except for their breathing. And the fire.
Later, with the candles burned low and the storm outside waning, Rex brushed a strand of damp hair from her forehead and pressed a kiss there.
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