Intertwined

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She had tasted heaven again tonight in the sweetness of his deceptively soft lips. She had touched heaven again tonight in the strength of his body as she moved in tandem with him. She had seen heaven again tonight in the passion radiating from his eyes. She had heard heaven again tonight when he cried out her name in a voice edged with ecstasy.

Now she lay beside him as he slept. Her fingers played through the short-cropped curls of gold that crowned his head. She smiled and placed a line of feather-light kisses down his jaw. Running the fingers of her other hand lightly down his arm and into his hand, she laced her fingers between his on the simple white sheet.

He was hers, her very own Tin Man, Wyatt Cain. He was the sweetest, strongest, bravest man in the Realms, and he belonged to her. Her smile broadened at that thought.

She lowered her head and rested her cheek against his, pressing her body against his and reveling in the feel of his skin against her own. Sighing contentedly, she allowed her eyes to close and sleep to come. One last thought graced her mind before she drifted off to join him in his dreams.

You are a very fortunate woman, Adora Cain…

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