Tarrah's POV
Devon and I found ourselves enjoying our confession and making love with each other several times as if we were filling up the desires that we had held back for years.
We head back with a smile on our lips, holding hands. I had to calm myself before his seeds were spilling inside of me. I'm still dripping while we're walking, but not as much as it was an hour ago.
Yes, we are too caught up and forgot that we're on a freaking hill. As soon as we came back to the village, Devon and I were stunned.
Our jaw drops. Devon hides me behind him and then draws his sword. His protective mode switched on. "What the fuck? An army?!" I roared in a controlled tone.
"Stay back, and if you get the chance, run," he commanded. I shake my head to disagree.
"No! I won't leave you, or everyone too!" I argued. He turned his head on me. "No. I'll take care of them. Just run. I'll find you no matter what," he asserts, serious and deadly.
