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“Yes.”
She turned to him and threw her arms around him, capturing his mouth in a kiss that seared her senses. Holding him tight, she was afraid to let go, afraid to believe she could be so lucky.
His mouth was hungry, devouring hers and making her forget all about portraits and the pains of the past. Now was all that mattered. Being in his arms, feeling his hands roaming over her body. He cupped her buttocks and pulled her closer, pressing his erection against her sex until she thought she’d die from the pleasure of it. Sparks of sweet delight rained between her legs.
She tore at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin under her hands. He shrugged out of it and made quick work of his jeans, then pulled off her sweater and slid her pants down her legs in a frenzy of hurried tugs and pulls. His hands circled her waist and he lifted her to the bar, brushing the bottle of whiskey out of the way to plant her butt right in the center of the cool countertop.
She shuddered at the feel of icy cold bartop against her heated, bare pussy.
“Lie down on the bar, baby,” he instructed.
Anticipation filled her as she laid back against the countertop, her excitement doubling when he drew her legs apart and swiped his fingers over her moist slit.
“Wet. God, you’re always so wet for me, Kait,” he murmured, bending his head toward her sex. He licked her center, circling her clit and driving her mad with teasing strokes of his tongue, never touching the tight knot of nerves begging for his mouth. He petted her slit, his thumb grazing her moist pussy lips. When he slipped two fingers inside her and covered her clit with his mouth, she cried out, arching against him, demanding without words that he take more of her, fill her deeper and make her come.
How could a mere few days without him make her so desperately needy for his touch, his mouth, the pleasure only he could give her? How could he turn her into a whimpering, sobbing, wanton who only wanted his fingers in her cunt, his mouth on her clit?
She struggled for control while he painted the tiny pearl with his tongue, swirling in circles until she was sobbing and writhing against his mouth. Her orgasm hit like a shockwave. She lifted her buttocks and crushed her sex against his lips, demanding he suck harder as she rode out the rush of incredible sensation.
He kissed her thigh, holding onto her legs as she trembled in aftershock, then made his way to her mouth, letting her taste her cum on his tongue and lips. She licked at him greedily, needing to give him what he’d given her.
He dragged her toward him, lifting her easily and carrying her to the chaise where he’d painted her. She sat and watched, licking her lips in anticipation while he stood in front of her stroking his thick cock.
“You like to watch me touch it, don’t you, cher?”
“Oh, yes,” she said, her gaze lifting to his. “But I’d like to suck it even more.”
With a low growl he came toward her, holding her head as she opened her mouth and greedily took him between her hungry lips. Her tongue twined around the thick, hot head of his cock, tasting the salty pre-cum that gathered there. She licked the ridged veins on the underside of his shaft, trailing her tongue down the base to capture his balls between her lips. She suckled them gently, grasping his cock in her hands to stroke it upward while she licked the sac underneath.
“Fuck!” he groaned, his hand tightening in her hair. He drew her head back and positioned his cock head between her lips again, grasping the base of the shaft and thrusting it hard into her mouth.
She loved this side of him, the demanding, dominant male who knew exactly what he wanted, who looked to her for his pleasure. She wanted to take him to the same heights he’d led her just now, until his cum spurted into the back of her throat and he cried out in ecstasy as she emptied him.
But he pulled away and dragged her up, flipping her over so her stomach was pressed against the back of the chaise.
“I can’t wait any longer to be inside you.” He positioned his cock between her thighs and plunged home, striking her womb with the depth and force of his thrust.
Kaitlyn screamed at the sweet, painful pleasure, her juices coating his cock, slickening it as he withdrew and powered inside her again. The power of the elements bubbled up inside her, threatening to explode in sweet ecstasy. How could she have lived a moment of her adult life without this man? How could she ever think she would be whole without him? This joining meant everything to her, the feel of him inside her stroking taking her to heights she’d never thought possible. Her body shuddered as the joy of springtime burst within her.
“Make it rain, Kait,” he groaned. “Let me feel your magic.”
Releasing her power, she inhaled as the scent of lavender filled the room, then lilies, then roses. Such sweet perfume when mixed when the utterly earthy scent of sex. Her womb clenched as he drove deeper powering his cock inside her with unrelenting thrusts. The rumble of thunder was followed by the downpour of hard, driving rain.
The drops sluiced down her back into the crack of her ass and onto his cock. Cool moisture penetrated her as he thrust forward again, striking her G-spot with each forceful stroke. She gripped the edge of the chaise and held on tight, feeling the stirrings of orgasm build within her.
But then he withdrew and flipped her around, pushing her onto her back and covering her mouth with his lips. His tongue slid inside and fucked her mouth, at the same time driving his cock between her swollen pussy lips and burying himself inside her.
Though they’d made love before, this time was different. She felt the release of tension within him, and knew this time he held nothing back. Before there had always been a part of him she couldn’t have, a part he kept tucked deep inside. Now he gave her everything, and she took it all in, embracing his essence within her own. An outpouring of love and emotion permeated her senses, and she felt more powerful than she ever had before.
Together they were strong. They could handle anything. Thunder shook the room, the crack of lightning brightening the room like daylight.
His groan made her tremble, his hands tightening as he wound them underneath her to lift her hips and tunnel deeper inside her cunt. She cried out against his mouth, hovering on the precipice of ecstasy before she flooded him with her juices. He jerked and shot hot streams of cum inside her, trembling with the force of his orgasm.
Her climax tore a scream from her lips, his fingers biting into her hips as he shook with the force of his own release. She claimed his mouth, licking at his tongue and biting his lower lip as she trembled and quaked through yet another shaking orgasm. Brett held her tight as they rode out the storm together until all that was left were tiny aftershocks.
She closed her eyes and felt the power of his love, knew she had found all that she could ever want, and more. If she died today, she’d leave blissfully happy.
“This isn’t going to be easy,” he mumbled against her neck. “I’m difficult.”
“I know,” she said, tangling her fingers in the soft thickness of his hair. “And I love you anyway. And I’m stubborn. More stubborn than you. Which means you’ll never get rid of me, Brett. Don’t even try. I’
m yours forever.”
He leaned up and searched her face, his eyes showing a warmth she hadn’t seen before. “The best day of my life was the day I found the Storm family, the day I met you. I love you, Kaitlyn. I always will.”
“I love you too, Brett. This journey we take, we’ll take together. One day at a time.”
He kissed her and she knew then they would fight the battle together.
As long as they had each other, the battle was already won.
Epilogue
One year later
Angelina Storm slipped her hand into her husband Galen’s, always seeking his power through touch. His magic merged with hers and gave her the strength to keep from sobbing like a baby, something she swore she wouldn’t do.
Then again, watching her daughter Shannon take that first dance with her new husband, Max brought a tear to her eye she couldn’t hold back.
Her second child had been married today. Logan would be following suit in six months’ time, and Kaitlyn and Brett’s wedding was only a year away.
She smiled through the pool of tears and looked up at Galen, still so handsome even after thirty-six years of marriage. He still had the ability to make her pulse race and her body think things no woman her age should. Well into his sixties, his raven-black hair was mostly gray now, but his deep blue eyes still sparked her libido and made her heart do flips against her ribs. Sometimes she still felt twenty-five years old and in the deep throes of first love. Then again, why wouldn’t she? Galen had been her first and only love.
“Are you crying again, lass?” he asked, swiping away the tear with the pad of his thumb.
“Of course not. Okay, maybe a little bit,” she said with a tremulous smile.
“Our babies have grown up.”
She nodded, the moment bittersweet. This is what she’d wanted, for all her children to find their destiny in the arms of the one they loved. All four had done it. Aidan and Lissa were expecting their first child in a few months, the glow of impending motherhood lighting up Lissa’s face as she stood next to Angelina and reached for her hand.
