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It was hell trying not to touch him as we walked to a destination he insisted on.
Hiking up to the opening, I recognize it before I can take my next breath. The purple wisteria dancing in the breeze, the long blades of grass and lavender plants. A meadow that holds the power to instantly put me at ease.
Thefictionalmeadow I thought only existed in my mind. Actually, not even just my mind. But a corner of it, dark and hidden from all thoughts and memories. A safe location that I can only access in dire stress.
Ambrose Oasis.
“How?” I spit out, gaze sliding from each perfect detail that I thought I had dreamed up.
Kane turns to me, holding my hands. “I figured you hadn’t been here yet.”
I shake my head. Maybe I really have gone mad now.
“Ambrose Oasis is real?”
“Yes.” He nods. “Would you like me to tell you about—”
His words are drowned out by the sound of children laughing and the thuds of a galloping animal. DaiSzek knocks a little Skylenna over, licking her face as she screams in laughter. Kane brought me here when I stopped eating at the age of seven. Depression can bite down and take hold of anyone at any age, I learned quickly.
“You brought me here to visualize our own secret haven. One that Jack didn’t even know about. You trained me to use this as a safe place to go to in my mind.”
Kane smiles sadly. “I have an Ambrose Oasis, too, in the inner world. Only Dessin’s been there.”
I look back at the beautiful landscape. The vibrant sunset lighting the horizon on fire.
“I still have so many questions,” I say without looking at him. “I found most of the answers myself. But I guess I really wanted your perspective on what happened. How it all happened.”
He steps up behind me, his hot presence warming my back. My eyes flutter closed automatically, and I lean against his hard chest and stomach. His nose grazes my hair, breathing in deeply, savoring me. I feel the bulge in his pants growing at my backside.
He said he loved me. Helovesme. Powerful endorphins filter through my neurons.
“Is this why you brought me here?”
Kane exhales. “Yes. I’ve waited a long time to have you, feel you, claim you as mine.” A large hand skims through my hair. “I needed it to be somewhere special to both of us.”
My back erupts in chills, and I can’t believe this is really happening. A day ago, I believed the loves of my life were dead. I would never see them again. I’d never feel their touch. Their affection. And that was a tormenting fate I wouldn’t wish on anyone.
“Okay,” I sigh happily. Yelping as he lifts me off my feet, hooking my legs around his waist to carry me to the middle of the meadow.
I brace my hands on his taut shoulders, looking down at those chocolate-brown eyes, feeling a wave of love splash over me.
“Kiss me, honey.” He lowers me back down to my feet, keeping his hands on my ass, squeezing until I’m flush against his chest, ravenous for his lips against mine. I tilt my head back, opening for him eagerly, and he swoops down. We’re a mess of licking, biting, and moaning. I reach my hand down to his erection, rubbing it through his pants.
“Christ,” he hisses. “You can’t do that now. I want this to last.”
Butterflies fill my stomach. I love the power I have over him this way. I love feeling him break away from the friendship role and finally admit he wants me.
It broke my heart the day he kissed me, then said it meant nothing. We’ll talk about that soon, but for now, we’ve earned this. We’ve fought long and hard to find our way back to each other.
“May I?” He breaks away from our kiss, pausing before he works the laces from my dress. I nod, panting. His fingers brush over my collarbone, making my center flood with heat.
After undoing the bodice, he sets my breasts free, yanking down the material until I’m stepping out of it.
He looks at me for several seconds, chest rising and falling aggressively. I lift my arms to cover my breasts in sudden insecurity, but he lurches forward, snatching my hands and drawing them away from his view. “Don’t you dare,” he rasps, low and deep. “You’re far more beautiful than what I imagined.”
He acts quickly, like he just can’t take it anymore. My hands are being cupped in his own, tenderly, and he’s clenching his jaw. Muscles are tightly coiled over his arms and chest.
“Do you want to taste me?” I ask.
