They were just a man and a woman, their hands never far from each other. Through it all, Haidee remained in a state of bliss, joyful in a way she knew she couldn’t afford. For her, joy never lasted. This joyful stretch ended when Amun released her to build a campfire—and didn’t return to her side. He fiddled with the backpack, then pulled out two robes, his motions rigid. Angel robes, he said (just as rigidly). Without looking back at her, he placed the white one at her side. The material will clean you. It’ll even untangle your hair when you lift the hood. A simple robe could do all that? Wow. “Thank you.” Welcome, he said as he tugged the material over his head. And damn if the dirt smudges on the back of his neck didn’t disappear. Now, we do what needs doing. “You mean, now we play the quiet game?” Among other things. This formality…how she hated it. He had given her the sweetest, most agonizing orgasm of her life, playing her body in a way that conquered all doubt, all inhibition.
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