As darkness fell several hours later, Gril sat staring at the fire that he had built. Madas was laughing at L’eon, who had returned and was happily eating some of the fruit and seeds that she had gathered. He loved the way she kept turning to glance at him when she thought he wasn’t looking. A deep flush tinted her cheeks. That may have been from the numerous times—and ways—he had taken her this afternoon.
Deep down, he knew part of the intensity of their lovemaking was due to his fear of almost losing her. In his mind’s eye, he could still see the ground crumbling between them—destroying her path to freedom from the falling rocks and floodwater pouring off the cliff. His hand lifted to his chest and he rubbed the ache over his heart. He had been frantic to find a way to save her.
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