The wind howling outside, the fire crackling beside us, her soft gasps in my ear as I drive home over and over again, delirious over every warm, addictive sensation…
Perfect.
This is perfection.Sheis perfection.
Finally, I can’t fight it anymore as the release smashes into me. I gasp and swear, clutching her tightly against me as I finish thrusting hard several more times.
I swear it’s like she just fucking took my soul out through my dick.
I have never felt this good.
“Gods,” she laughs breathlessly as I gently pull out and turn so she’s cuddled against my chest. I rub her back, her arms, her side—I just can’t stop touching her.
“That was…” I have no words.
“Special enough?” she checks.
Is that something she was worried about? I tip her head to peer at her so she gets how much I mean this. “Everything with you is special. Every single fucking moment. So yeah, it was. Also…I’m glad you liked the massage oil.”
Maven grins. “I loved it.”
I just have to get another dopamine hit seeing her open the last gift.
I kiss her temple, giddy and high on everything that is Maven.
“Wait here a moment,” I whisper.
I slip into the attached kitchen and quickly return with the remaining paper bag, offering it to her as I sit beside her. I’m heavily aware of how her beautiful eyes trail over every exposed inch of me before trapping my gaze like she’s mapping out both my body and mind.
“If you don’t stop looking at me like that, your last gift will have to wait for another round,” I warn, unable to keep the smile off my face.
She leans forward unexpectedly to kiss my cheek—where one of my dimples is. “More incredible sex? Oh, the horror.”
She sits up, bundling one of the blankets around herself up to her shoulders. I’m seriously trying to come up with the best way to politely tell her that I need to bask next to her naked body as long as possible. Now that I know how divine and fuckingwarmher pussy is, my cock can’t seem to calm down. My entire body feels both primed and relaxed at once.
I force myself not to fidget nervously as she rubs at her chest through the blanket before pulling out the last gift. She blinks and turns it side to side, admiring the carvings on the handle.
“Is this…a dagger made from bone?”
“It’s a Salish deer bone knife,” I nod. “The man who made it and sold it to me said it’s best used for carving fish or putting on display. It’s not really a weapon, but…I thought it looked nice. You don’t have to keep it if you don’t like it,” I tack on, stating the obvious like an idiot.
Besides, the moment we’re out of this mess, I’ll buy her a dozen of the world’s best daggers if she wants. Anything she wants, and even stuff she’s never thought of wanting.
Maven studies it closer, a soft smile curving her lips. “Thank you.”
Then she squints, turning the blade to show off theOakleyengraved on one side.
Maybe it’s time I come clean about my fake last name, she muses.
“I know it’s fake,” I shrug. “To be honest, I’ve been wondering if your last name is actually Ama?—”
I cut off when it sinks in that her mouth didn’t move. Her eyes snap to mine as she rubs the center of her chest again, finally dropping the blanket to look down.
A surge of breathless delight makes me go dizzy.
A perfect square is centered on the line and scar on her chest—the emblem of the House of Elements, with the four corners representing each of the elements. It’s such a stark new design on my keeper that for a moment, we both stare at it as my entire world seems tofinallyclick into place.
At last.
