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What she got was the opposite of what she wanted, also known as the subtitle to her marriage.
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#17
It was so hard to ignore the involuntary shiver that went up her spine, but she certainly wasn't complaining. It seemed her requests were going to be met quite easily, which thank Merlin; she probably would have given in even if he didn't agree.

The blanket hung loose around her shoulders now, the collar of her shirt following suit down one shoulder with the weight pulling downward. "Oh no," She chuckled though the cadence had changed entirely, low and throaty as she ran her hands over his shoulders, one sliding to brush her fingers along his jawline. "That's my favorite part of you." He was devilishly handsome, very much her type if she realized she had one. Easy on the eyes for sure.




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#18
If he wasn't sold on her being perfect before this, he certainly was now. Very few other women were as open or beautiful as she, and to see her now with her hair afire in the glow of the flames was a gift. Beau pressed a kiss to her exposed shoulder, unable to avoid the temptation any longer.

"For now." He murmured against her skin. There were plenty of other places she could favor after tonight. Having worked with animals as long as he Beau possessed a certain level of fitness most of his peers didn't. A fitness that in some situations made all the difference.

#19
"Not just a pretty face, guess we'll find out." Eva hummed out a little noise of approval, the cold of the air now felt refreshing as she felt her body heat up against his. There was something to be said about the intoxicating feeling of being wanted, but this time was entirely different than the last. The fact that the last time didn't even cross her mind now was probably for the better; she was a big girl, she could make her own decisions about who she spent her time with and how. The past be damned.

Her nails bit into his shoulders gently, her head falling to one side. "Should probably take this back to my tent." She suggested in a heady whisper. Not that she thought any of the boys would be out and about this time of night, but she highly suspected this would move quickly and nobody liked interruptions.




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Heading back to her tent was the safest option. Much as Beau didn't want to move away from the warmth of the fire and the night sky, he also didn't want to risk their fellow camp mates to see them. The other men would likely know what happened if they didn't stay quiet, but a little modesty never hurt.

Beau stood without warning, effortlessly holding her small frame to him from beneath her thighs. It helped that she was so small in comparison to him and his work with large beasts. He walked them to her tent, remembering to magically extinguish their campfire only after laying her on her bedroll.


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