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I whimpered when he broke us apart, wanting him back and buried deep.
“Shh,” he said and positioned me on my stomach, knees bent and bottom in the air. “I just needed to give your lovely backside a little attention, too.”
His hand smoothed across my spine, then clutched my ass gently, and his lips followed, kissing all the way down until he was nipping the rounded globes. He massaged the backs of my legs, making sure not to leave an inch untouched. After placing his mouth against the arches of both my feet, he kissed his way back up, licking me a moment longer behind the knees when he discovered I was ticklish there. Then he wound a hand around my waist, lifted my hips, and entered me from behind.
I pressed my head forward against the mattress and pushed back against him, receiving each penetration with a helpless moan. His thrusts seemed so impossibly large, because he kept them long and slow so I’d feel every inch.
“I could fuck you forever,” he said from behind me, his breath whispering across the back of my ear when he bent over to drape himself on top of me, flesh to flesh. “I’ll want you like this always.”
My pussy contracted, but he refused to pick up the pace, his tempo unhurried but heavy, driving me slowly mad.
“Farrow,” I begged. “Farrow.”
“I’m here,” he promised me. “No matter how long you need me. I’m here.”
Reaching around, he cupped my clit with a palm while the fingers on his other hand pinched my nipple. I choked out a sound of denial and came with powerful, tightening draws that seemed to squeeze straight from my cervix.
Farrow groaned and bit the back of my shoulder, spilling deep inside me.
Spent, he pulled out and flopped onto his back beside me, gaping up at the ceiling as he tried to regain his air.
I rolled toward him and touched his face. The scabs f
rom his fight wounds were gone.
“Your throat?” he asked gently, three fingers touching my neck. “The bruises?”
I squeezed his hand lovingly, then kissed his palm. “Gone.”
“Good.” He turned onto his side, so we were facing each other, and he idly played with my hair as he watched my face. “Just tell me when to leave,” he finally said. “And I’ll go.”
I didn’t answer because I didn’t want him to go, yet I couldn’t give him permission to stay, either.
He didn’t seem to mind, though. It was as if he cherished every moment I deigned to give him, and he was satisfied with that.
I blinked, realizing I could feel all his emotions loud and clear. He blocked nothing from me. “You feel peace,” I said in surprise.
He smiled lightly. “You’re surprised?”
I nodded. “Well, yes. It’s not just satisfaction from a nice, long orgasm,” I tried to explain. “It’s deeper, like soul-deep contentment.”
He drew his finger down my arms, watching the progress he made over my skin. “Maybe that’s because I feel at peace, my lady. Right down to my soul.”
I frowned. “But how is that possible? After everything that’s happened—your sister...”
The mention of Sable caused a bubble of grief to bloom in his peace, but then the peace seemed to smother and consume it until he accepted the hurt, grew from it, strengthened, and was calm again.
Farrow looked steadily into my eyes. I expected him to say it’s because I’m with you or some other tricky, slick phrase in an attempt to win me back. But he surprised me by saying, “It’s because I’ve just now realized something about myself.”
Curiosity consumed me. I burned to know what he’d realized.
With a tender smile, he tangled our fingers together, pressed his palm to mine, and replied to my silent query so I wouldn’t have to ask. “I realized all my fears have been actualized. When Sable...” With a sigh, he closed his eyes briefly. “I feared what would happen to me if I lost her. I feared the same thing with my mother. I feared that I’d never gain my father’s respect and acceptance. I feared I’d lose you if you discovered the truth. And all of them—every single fear—happened anyway, no matter how much I dreaded them. But look at me now. I’m still here regardless. Air is still moving through my lungs. Fear conquered me, and I didn’t die. I think it needed to defeat me completely before I could truly understand and realize it doesn’t have to rule my life. It’s possible to fail and still get back up again. I think I even needed you to leave me for a spell so it would break me. Except it wasn’t my soul that shattered, it was only the fear. And now...” His lips quirked with a tranquil silence. “I believe I can finally be the man I’m supposed to be.”
“And who are you supposed to be?” I inquired, feeling a sense of wonder that he truly did seem to have reached a place of transcendence. My hope bloomed, as well. Was he finally learning what I needed him to learn?
He chuckled lightly. “You know, I’m not sure yet. But that’s okay too. All I know is that my life’s purpose has something to do with you. After that...” He shrugged. “Who knows. I guess we’ll see. But I won’t fear facing it, that’s the important part.”
“That’s amazing,” I said, almost jealous of him and his new state of mind.
