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I wait underwater with my eyes open, beaming with excitement as he breaks through the surface hands first in a graceful swan dive. And I don’t give him any time to look around for me. I snag his hand and pull him in the direction of the waterfall.
This is where it should happen. This is how he would want it to happen.
Kane doesn’t fight the pull of my hand against his, drawing him under the beating downpour, into that sacred nook of ours where the world stops and time bends to us.
We bob to gasp for air against the light mist spraying us and the shiny limestone wall covered in moss.
“What the hell?” he gasps, wiping the water from his eyes.
The urge to cry puts me in a headlock, clawing at my insides. I swallow that lump, though I can’t control the watering of my eyes.
“Kane, I’m sorry for the way I’m about to do this.” Tears, tears, tears. “I wish I had the patience to give each moment back gradually. But…”
“What?” He swims closer.
“But I really need you right now.” My voice cracks, and I shudder past it. “I’m so alone, and I need you. You’re my best friend. My soul mate. And I can’t live another day in a world where you don’t call me honey or Skylittle. Where you don’t hold me at night, remind me of funny childhood memories or my embarrassing moments. Where the man who’s supposed to know me better than anyone…doesn’t know me at all.”
Kane’s chocolate-brown eyes line with tears. He nods, swimming so close to me that only a small trickle of water can pass between our stomachs.
“Can I kiss you?” I ask so pathetically, it pains my own ears.
“Of course you can,” he breathes.
I use my hands to slide around his wet neck, pulling myself up closer to his towering height. And it’s as though his lips act on muscle memory. Because they move the way they did when he was in love with me. I open my mouth to him, whimpering as he slides his tongue past my lips, tasting me gradually.
“I love you, Kane Valdawell.” I kiss him over and over. “I’ll say yes to you giving me that wedding ring when you remember again.”
And with that, I use the void and Ambrose Oasis as a shelter for him to experience each memory like it’s the first time. One by one, I let him swim among every conversation we had as children, every fight, every scraped knee, every time he pulled me from that basement.
Through each precious memory he collects, I kiss him deeper, feeling his hands explore my body with far more interest and excitement than before.
Dessin switches to the front so that he can experience the asylum again. Only the times he shared with me. For me. About me. I flood his consciousness with my love, with every feeling I had about him when we first met. He goes back to the time he held my hair back after Meridei and Belinda poisoned me. He sees how I threw my body over his while they tortured him. He remembers threatening Meridei as I was whipped. He relives the night he made love to me in his bed.
I drain myself giving everything to him.
And as he lifts my nightgown in the water, I don’t object but beg and plead against his lips to take me the way he used to. Kane lowers his breeches, nudging the head of his cock at my entrance. And it’s beautiful, so fucking beautiful because we’re both crying tears of relief. With each second he spends in the void, in Ambrose Oasis, he kisses me deeper.
“Skylittle,” he cries against my lips. “I love you, honey.”
With a jolting thrust of his hips, he pushes his full length inside of me, pumping the very breath from my lungs with the sudden impact.
“I’m so sorry I left you all alone,” he pants against my lips, wet with tears and the taste of his mouth. “I’m here now, honey. I’ve got you.”
“Tell me you remember me, Kane!”
He thrusts harder, forcing waves to crash over my shoulders, piercing me with his love and his kisses that make me go limp and boneless in his arms.
“I remember you.” He slams to the hilt. “I remember you sitting in my lap in that treehouse, running your hands through my hair. I remember our first kiss under this waterfall.”
I moan as ecstasy permanently buries itself in the contours of my soul. He remembers me. He remembers it all.
“I asked your father for permission to marry you every chance I got. I want you to take my name. My hand. I want you to have my babies.”
“Yes,” I groan, rolling my head back. “Do you want to get me pregnant, Kane?”
He looks up at me through heavy lids and glazed eyes. “Yes. God, yes. Let me fill you with my cum.”
I ride against him, feeling the coil wind up tight inside me, ready to snap like a rubber band. He fucks me faster, pounding me into the limestone wall vigorously, like he’s making up for lost time. And I can feel his cock twitch, pulse, and swell inside of me as he gets ready to release. With a muffled growl, he bites down on my shoulder, marking me, and the sharp sting sends me spiraling with tiny explosions in my lower belly. I come with him, losing my breath as I feel him gush into me.
