Page 110 of The Forbidden Fling

“Let me hear you,” Diana said, low in her throat. “Show me how it feels.”

Faye moaned, not recognising the sound of her own voice, her fingers circling her slippery clit. Diana tightened her grip on her, continuing her pace while cursing like a woman on the edge. The thorough strokes combined with the filth leaving Diana’s mouth tightened the pressure in Faye’s core. She had never been so consumed by someone. So seen. She was so close to erupting, the brilliant white heat burning through her veins.

She pleaded, panting, pleasure coiling through her body until finally she came with such force she could hardly breathe. The intensity rippled through every sense, bursting through the surface with the weight of a tidal force, taking all the air with it.

Diana cried out as she tumbled into her own climax. Her hips shuddered against Faye’s thighs, the sweet, raw sounds of her pleasure taking Faye’s to another height. Her grip tightened around Faye’s waist as the two of them spiralled, sinking into the feeling together.

Slowly, Diana pulled out, removing the harness and collapsing beside her. Their hot bodies lay curled together, sticky with perspiration, limbs entwining.

Faye traced Diana’s cheekbones, while Diana drew slow patterns up her arm. Their heavy breathing began to slow, falling into one steady rhythm. Faye had never known anything so intimate. She never wanted the moment to end.

But then, she realised, it didn’t have to. Their relationship didn’t end at Sandy Springs.

Not this time.

“What’s that smile?” Diana whispered, tracing the contours of Faye’s lips.

Faye kissed her fingers. “I just…don’t remember ever feeling this happy,” she admitted.

“Me neither.”

She let out a happy sigh, taking in all Diana’s softness, shimmering under the sheen of sweat. “I don’t know what the next chapter holds for us, but I’m excited to find out.”

“Me too.” Diana nuzzled into her neck, planting soft kisses down to her collarbone. “Although we still have a lot of making up to do yet.”

“Is that so?”

“Mm-hmm.”

Faye’s toes curled as Diana hummed against her skin, her lips soft and warm.

Faye couldn’t wait for their new start—but she also couldn’t wait to find out what other surprises Diana had hidden in her suitcase.

It was going to be a long night.

Epilogue

Faye - Six Months Later

Faye hopped from one foot to the other, nerves and excitement flitting through her veins. Around her, the crowd buzzed with the same mix of anticipation and eagerness, looking at the screen above their heads, waiting for the countdown over the speakers.

She’d warmed up, stretched, and used an extra hold seal on her bag. She was ready. It had been nine months of training in the making. Nine months of sore muscles, blisters, and bag malfunctions. Nine months of pushing herself and proving she could do anything if she kept going.

Nine months leading up to her first half-marathon—and six months of dating Diana.

Faye grinned. It’d been the best six months of her life—and not just because she’d been having the best sex of her existence, but because she’d never felt so confident in her own skin. Not just confident, but proud too. She’d spent a lot of her time after her operation locked away in her bedroom, wishing she could be more like those women she admired. The Emmaline Pankhursts, the Rosa Parks, the Ada Lovelaces, not realising she had those qualities, just in different Faye ways. In the beginning, it had been so easy to focus on the negative, especially when it was permanently strapped to her abdomen in a constant reminder, but accepting her circumstances—actually being thankful for the way her ostomy had changed her life, in all the bad, good, and in between—made a huge difference.

The countdown sounded, as the enthusiastic woman on the mic waved her arms in the air. “Ten…nine…”

The runners around her started jumping, shaking adrenaline out of their limbs and pinning their gazes forward. A man dressed in a Luigi costume gave out high-fives to his neighbours as the crowd’s cheers grew louder.

Faye glanced down at her blue Sandy Springs Sanctuary T-shirt, checking the number was still attached. She’d raised almost £3,000 for the sanctuary so far, with her employers sharing her efforts on social media. Riley had told her it would be a huge help with their plans to expand and continue protecting the island’s biodiversity.

She just had to run the damn thing now; she couldn’t let them down.

“Six…five…”

She inhaled deeply, filling her lungs, letting the cool air calm her. She could do this. One step at a time.