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shuddering moment of oneness eased the torment of the past five months. There was no more hunger. No more waiting or wanting. No more pent-up frustration. Love was a thick blanket covering them in their rapture.
    He spoke to her as he buried himself over and over inside her body, whispering tender words of affirmation. Atty responded with little cries of delight, sending sparks of lust through them, galvanizing them into moving faster as they began their spiraling ascent, urging them to push harder and deeper. Rocking, pushing, panting in the last frenzied rush to reach their pinnacle, grab onto it, and launch themselves over the top, until the last fiery rays of sunlight consumed them in a burst of incandescence, melting every bone and muscle as they fell weightless and mindless back onto the woven rug before the hearth.
    Yulen felt his body shaking uncontrollably as he rolled onto his side. Atty kept her legs secured around his hips, keeping him pressed inside her as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He pressed his hands against her buttocks, squeezing them hard, grinding her against his groin. They kissed, their lips locked as tightly together as their bodies.
    Long minutes passed. They refused to move. Refused to release each other from the perfect blending of their flesh. Yulen sucked lightly on her lower lip, pulling his head back just enough so they could breathe, yet remain within brushing distance of each other’s lips.
    “My beloved, Atrilan.”
    “I love you,” she murmured, her mouth touching his with every syllable.
    He pressed her closer, and already he could feel himself growing again within her. Filling her tightness. Thickening and lengthening, until she shivered in his grasp, moaning from the sensation.
    “How long do we have?” he breathed.
    “I don’t know. I’ve lost track of time,” Atty admitted, giggling softly.
    “I want to make love to you all night tonight,” Yulen told her, nuzzling her cheek. He probed between her teeth, teasing her lips until she opened her mouth to him. With her acceptance, an intense, almost painful surge of desire swept over them. Her inner muscles clamped down on him so tightly he could barely move inside her. “Atrilan!”
    Lost within her, lost within him, prisoners to the all-encompassing love filling every pore in their skin, they surrendered to its heat, its power, and its promise. This was as it should be—their lives, their happiness, their total commitment to each other.
    It would take countless hours and days for the conflagration they had ignited at that moment to smolder into an exhausted heap of warm ashes. But those ashes would forever contain bits of combustible tinder, ready to burst back into flame at the right moment.
    Lost in the rapture of their penetration, as their bodies relentlessly dove back into each other, they forgot everything and everyone around them. Until all that was left was their need, their passion, and their love.
    This was their life as it was meant to be, and it welcomed them back with open arms.
     
     
    Chapter Five
    Flu
     
     
    Fortune tried the front door of the lodge to find it was locked. He turned to give his wife a knowing look. “Does this mean what I think it means?” he asked with a growing smile.
    Tory gave him a loving glance. “We need to find Mattox some milk,” she whispered. Giving her a nod, Fortune helped her over to the main lodge where midday meal was being served.
    They had been away for two hours. In that time, Mattox had awakened, wet and hungry. Tory could handle the wet part, as Atty kept spare diapering cloths in the front part of the carrier where there was a little pouch. But the hungry part was not as easily solved. She had no idea where to find a bottle pouch. The only thing she could think of would be to see if the infant would take milk from her fingers a drop at a time, or maybe suck it from a bit of cloth.
    “How much longer do you think they’ll be?” Fortune whispered as they