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Chapter 7 Bathing in the Stream

Word Count: 1086    |    Released on: 10/04/2025

bug leaves. By the time they were done, the sun was already se

ght the moose that morning. This section was

summer. The cool water refreshed her a

r dress, hung it on a branch by the sh

staring at her bare, flawle

square in the face, snap

im a mind link, her hands pl

k off his leather wrap,

circle around him, then suddenly surfaced bes

a completely new and unexpec

t to grab her, but she was too

lk, and her perfect figure, like a masterpiece sculpted by t

her, filled with w

ord, he dove in,

and crimson. The gentle babble of the stream mingled with Cara's laugh

ter just a short swim, he caught her ankle and

e lowered his head and captured her

e fire in the summer heat. Cara felt his strong arms tighte

ted to consume every bit of her. Cara barely had time to let out a soft moan before wrappi

fiery glow of the setting sun. The soft murmur of the stream faded i

ve of her bare back. The feel of her soft skin beneath his palm only made him crave more. Cara trembled sligh

would never run dry. Only when they were both breathless did Gray Wolf finally le

twilight, filled with unspoken emotions. She playfully bit his l

led, his voice

nning a

htly, her small hands tracing down his ba

against Cara's stomach. Without hesitation, she reached

and began to move. That was just the way she was, innoce

breathing grew heavy. A low, guttural growl escap

head and whispe

you're doi

Cara moved her hand with

hut his eyes tightly, tilting his head back, his throat

ositioning her so that her legs wrapped around his firm waist. Without hesitation, he too

She tightened her legs around his waist, her arms clinging to his

ently placed her down onto a smooth, flat ro

e parted her legs, his gaze fixed on the al

embarrassment wash over her, instinctively wa

s, Gray Wolf buried his head between them, his

Gray Wolf's actions. But the sensation of wet, slippery con

m, making him reluctant to leave. He thrust his tongue forward, teasing and withdrawing, making Cara arch

lowered her into the water, making her lean

ed, Cara let out a m

e water. In the clear stream, only the sound of his heavy breath

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