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She smiled lovingly at him and then slit the man who had raped her and ruined her life's throat. Amaruq quickly took the blade from her hand and cut the rope that held the man against the large tree. With his hands free he immediately grabbed for his bleeding throat. It was too late. The artery had pushed out too much blood.

He fell to the ground. Like a fish out of water flopping. Luna looked on, enjoying every single second. So many nights she had plotted and dreamed of revenge on this man and she had finally got it, this very night. How could it be a sin?

How could it be wrong when it would seem it was exactly what the Universe wanted her to do? She felt the adrenaline and heightened emotions from the killing. Suddenly, she was in his arms and he was holding her. She appreciated his affection. She could see where his drastic actions could be misconstrued as madness.

She saw passion instead. Extreme passion.

It was in his eyes. When he broke their embrace to look at her, his gaze made her feel very vulnerable. For a girl in her profession that was not a good thing. He could take advantage of her or worse. He kissed her passionately.

She had no choice but to return the kiss happily, with the same fervor. Luna did not mind sharing Amaruq's bed. He was a passionate man and passionate men made great lovers. Amaruq was no exception. If any other person had taken her to the middle of the woods, or tried to, she would have turned them down.

Something about him drew her to him. It was his lack of boundaries. He saw the world as his for the taking. There was no moment wasted. Even now, with the dead body of a man who robbed her future bleeding out on the forest floor.

She felt alive with him. He was showering her shoulder with butterfly kisses as if what they had just done was perfectly normal. His madness was contagious, she thought as his lips once more found her mouth. She felt something hard and cold in her back. It made her open her eyes and break their kiss to see that he had backed her up against the large tree trunk. His hands were making quick work of her skirts.

She felt dizzy with passion for him. He was powerful and she was enjoying the perks of it. He lifted her legs and latched them around his strong forearms. Her skirts were high above her waist. Her cape was the only barrier between her back and the rough tree bark.

She didn't care. She was so hot for him now. She felt herself getting wetter at the very thought of him. She heard her own voice begging him, "Please..."

She was surprised she had said the word out loud. She was rewarded with him slowly sinking his hard, thick cock inside of her. She cried out, it was exquisite pleasure. Only Amaruq could make her feel it in her toes. She sucked on his tongue as his hips worked magic in-between her thighs.

She found herself holding on for dear life to his broad shoulders and trying to meet every thrust he gave her. The thrusts grew faster, and Luna felt herself tighten around him and orgasm. It felt like sheer delight. She let out a very loud cry. Her orgasm raked through her.

He kissed her once more and his thrusts became faster until Luna felt him pulsing inside of her. He made no sound. Just buried his face into her shoulder. He rested there inside of her for a few minutes. Luna felt like she had been transported to cloud nine.

He was the only one who made her feel that life was bearable. She opened her eyes and almost felt embarrassed. Amaruq's men, along with one female stood behind him. They had watched it all. Before working for Bouvier she would have had quite a few reservations about having sex in public with a group of men watching. Now, it wasn't as shocking to her as it once was. He unlatched her legs.

When he did her skirts fell back into place as her feet touched the ground.

He caressed her face then and spoke, "This entire island will be ours, my Luna. just wait and see...."

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Caleb returned to the shack with more firewood, placing it close to the cast iron stove, so it would dry out quickly. The rain was still coming down pretty heavy and thoughts of his arduous journey home came to mind. He didn't want to leave her, at least not yet. He had tended to the animal's wounds. Now it was time he did the same for her.

He hadn't noticed just how tired and threadbare she was. He could see it now. Her concern for the Wolf seemed to make it worse for her. He wanted to help her. His father's words rang in his mind, she wasn't 'marriage material'.

She was considered an outcast. His life would be drastically different with her in it. No fancy bankers license. No wealthy wife he didn't love. No father or mother to love him back.

Was she worth it? Could he leave everything behind for her and just go? Would they make a wonderful life together or would it be one mired poverty and desolation? Did he have the courage? He always liked to imagine that he did.

He was always polite with his responses, but nevertheless, he was always honest. He opened the flat top with a big square piece of material and threw in one medium sized log, causing sparks to fly.

He put the top back on and looked at her. "You need a bath?" He informed her.

She made a surprised face and protested, "What! bath!"

"Yes, you are covered in ash and blood, Sylvie. I need to clean your wounds as well."

She didn't feel comfortable undressing because of the trauma she had just experienced. Even though she knew Caleb was a safe person and meant no harm, she still felt some type of way. She knew from a logical standpoint he was correct. She needed to bathe. She rolled her eyes at him, "I will need something to dry off with when I am done." She told him.

"I will have something for you. Don't worry. How are you going to-"

"There's a tub on the porch." She interrupted him. "I am pretty sure since it's raining, my bath won't be too long." He rolled his eyes at her sarcastic tone.

She bent down and spoke near the sleeping wolf's ear. "I'm going to bathe. I won't be long and I won't be far. Please, rest."

The wolf didn't move. She left the home and stood on the porch. The rain made a loud drumming sound on the thatch roof. Caleb had stayed inside to give her more privacy. She walked over to the area.

She had not utilized it since she had come back. She pulled on the rope and the water poured out of the wooden spout overhead, like a make-shift showerhead. She used her soap and scrubbed her body clean as fast as she could. The water was freezing. Sylvie had become so focused on and concerned for the wolf, that she had neglected her appearance. 10 minutes later she was finished.

She let go of the rope, and just as she was about to call for him, Caleb appeared with a towel. She took it from him, quickly covering herself before he could see anything. He guided her back into the house. It was noticeably warmer. "I laid out a new pair of clothing for you," he said. "I'll leave you so you can get dressed."

"Oh, Caleb, you don't have to do that." She protested with a smile.

"I don't?" He asked perplexed.

"Of course, you don't. Just turn around. I promise, I will be quick," she reassured him.

He nodded his head in agreement with her idea then he turned and faced the wall. He heard the rustling of her picking up the clothing and putting it on. Seconds later, she said, "All done."

He turned around. He felt something for her when he saw her wearing one of his shirts with with no trousers. She walked over to the stove, leaned over it slightly, and began drying her wet hair.

When she got it as dry as she could she sat back down beside the wolf. Caleb began to work on her wounds.

He began applying ointment on the scratches that were on her knees, her neck, and her left cheek. With the makeup and ash washed off she looked malnourished and pretty beaten up. He honestly didn't know how she had survived any of the things she had been through and how she was still going. Her beautiful eyes looked at him with concern. He was examining her.

He couldn't help but notice how soft her skin was. It took everything in him to control his thoughts and urges. She was extremely vulnerable right now. He could tell the wolf sensed it. He was sure of it.