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His big palms answered, sliding down the silky curve of her spine, cupping the generous weight of her ass, pulling her closer until her soft, heavy breasts pressed flush against him. Their mouths opened. Tongues met—slow, deep, hungry. A low, needy sound vibrated from her throat into his.

Sage rocked instinctively. Her slick, puffy folds dragged along the thick, hard length of his cock where it rested trapped between their bellies. Every glide sent sparks through her clit, the silver ring catching delicious friction. Cal groaned into her mouth, hips twitching up to meet her, his massive erection throbbing hot and heavy against her skin.

Something is… different, Sage thought with sudden wonder.

She couldn’t explain it. Everything just felt… perfect. As if she and Cal were both exactly where God had intended them to be—this one shining point in time that every hard, broken moment of their lives had led them toward.

The heat of the water, the steam, the way his body surrounded her—it was too much and not enough.

Not nearly enough…

Without breaking the kiss, Cal stood, lifting her effortlessly. Water streamed off their bodies in shining rivulets as he moved to the smooth stone edge of the pool and sat, settling her back into his lap so she faced him.

The night air, warmed by the steam, kissed their wet skin and raised goosebumps, while the hot spring still lapped gently at their joined lower bodies. Candlelight painted everything gold and rose—glowing across the soft roundness of her belly, the heavy sway of her breasts, the glint of her piercings, the hard-cut muscle of his chest and shoulders. Stars winked through the crack in the grotto ceiling like they were the only witnesses that mattered.

Sage kept moving—rolling her hips, rubbing her dripping pussy along every veiny inch of his cock. The broad, flushed head nudged higher with each pass, brushing her swollen clit, then slipping dangerously close to her entrance.

It happened on one slow, desperate grind.

Shit.

The fat crown of his cock nestled right against her slick opening—hot, blunt, perfect. Just the tip kissing her folds, teasing the tight ring of muscle that had waited so long for him.

Sage gasped and pulled back instantly, eyes wide. “Cal—sorry, baby, I didn’t mean⁠—”

Cal’s hands tightened on her hips, steadying her. His voice was rough, breathless. “It’s okay, sweetheart.”

She nodded quickly, misunderstanding, already shifting to keep grinding safely along his shaft again. “I know, I know, I promised we’d wait⁠—”

“No, princess.” Cal gently cupped her face with one big, wet hand, thumb brushing her cheek. His ears were flushed dark red. He looked almost shy—vulnerable in a way she’d never seen him. His gray eyes shimmered with candlelight and something deeper. “I mean… it’s okay. I’m… I’m ready now. If you want to.”

Sage froze.

What did he just say? Did he just…is he?

“Cal…” Her voice cracked. She searched his face, hands trembling as they framed his jaw. “You’re sure? After everything, after waiting. We can wait, baby, I… God I want to, I’ve wanted to for…” She laughed suddenly, head tipping back toward the stars before she looked back down at him with a radiant smile. “well, probably since day two.”

He smiled and brushed her cheek with those large, strong fingers—so gentle as they traced her lips. She kissed them, then opened her mouth and sucked on them softly. Cal moaned, low and helpless, and she felt his cock throb hard beneath her.

He nodded, slow and certain, cheeks burning. “I’ve been ready since the ridge. Since you said yes. Since I realized you already own every part of me.” His forehead pressed to hers. “You’re my wife in every way that matters, Sage. I want this. I want you.”

A broken, happy sob slipped out of her. She kissed him—deep, grateful, trembling with weeks of longing. When she pulled back, her smile was radiant, filthy, and so full of love it lit the whole grotto.

“Are you kidding? Baby, I’ve never wanted anything more.”

He smiled at her, a little nervous, a little shy, and full of love.

My love. My husband.

“Let me love you, Daddy,” she whispered against his lips. “Let me give you this.”

She reached down between them with a reverent hand, wrapping her fingers around his fat, pulsing cock. The head was slick from the water and her own arousal, flushed dark and leaking steadily. She rose up on her knees, thick thighs trembling, and lined him up—pressing that broad, velvety crown right against her dripping entrance.

The moment stretched, perfect and electric. Steam curled around them. Candlelight danced across her curves and his powerful frame. Stars watched from above.

I love you baby. God I love you so much.

Sage looked into his eyes — those beautiful pewter eyes that had seen hell and darkness and still chose to love her — and began to sink down.