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Adam awoke as dawn crested the horizon. He tended to wake up exactly when he needed to, no matter how tired he was. It took him a moment to orient himself and remember why he was still holding a mostly naked woman—correction, his wife—in his arms. Her chemise was scrunched up around her waist, her lovely breasts on full display.
Adam pushed the covers off as he sat up and dragged his hands through his hair. Letty’s virgin blood was on his shaft and thighs. He winced. He should have been tender and slow with her, not like a rutting stag. He had lost himself in her last night in a way he never had before. Deep down he had known it would be like this, that first moment he met her. It was as though part of him had recognized its other half, the part that would make him whole once more. Ev
