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Afterward they shared a bath. As they cleansed away the exertions of the night, new fires began. She was still too tender to fully appreciate his loving, but still she wanted him too badly to stop. She knew it would get better every time until nothing was left but pure, sweet pleasure.

They ate breakfast and reclined on the bed afterward. Keilor held her against his chest while they talked.

“We’ll need to choose a suite,” Keilor murmured, drawing her hair away to kiss her neck. “Our rooms aren’t suitable for a mated couple.” She felt him smile against her skin. “I think we’ll have to take this bed and the mirror with us, though.”

Some of her drowsiness fled and she turned over to swat him in playful warning. “Don’t you dare!” He grinned and nipped at her, then pretended to wrestle, ending their play with a long, drugging kiss.