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The amber halo around her form is reflected in the centers of her eyes, now turning nearly white. It’s as if I’ve finally breached my metaphorical summit and am voluntarily peering into the sun for too long. But if this is what dusts my vision and is the last physical sight I remember, it’s worth it. Until the end of my days, I’ll never forget this brilliance. The blistering perfection of my breathtaking Kara.
“Maximus!”
I have to shake my head to force volume back to my lips. Some parts of the room come back into focus, but not without a price. My head pounds. My cock throbs worse.
“What is it, beautiful? Tell me.” But it all hurts a little less as I kick up a teasing grin. “Tell me whatyouwant now.”
Kara drops her head. Hunches her shoulders. Taunts me back with the most stunning smirk that’s ever lifted the lush curves of her lips.
“I want you…to setmefree.”
I chuckle, but not for long. I swivel my hips, goading her with the head of my shaft, but also not for long.
Because what the woman asks for, she gets.
With all the force of my fire. With all the vigor of my hips. With every inch of what I can offer.
Again. And again. And then again.
Until our breaths spill from us at the same rhythm of our passion. Until our bodies are rocking, our moans are tangling…and our climaxes are colliding.
“Oh!” she screams.
“Damn!” I mix to it. Beyond that, words aren’t happening. My mind gives up and my body takes over. I’m surrounded by need even as it all spills from me, racking my psyche like a hailstorm from the cosmos.
The stars that were physically shifted for us.
The secret constellations that Hecate herself pushed around, aligning our fates to meet that much sooner.
A miracle I’ll fully accept.
A marvel that takes me a couple of degrees past dizzy when I try to comprehend how I existed in a world without this woman. How I perceived myself as anything close to happy or fulfilled. How I went about my days as half of myself, thinking that was all there was. Worse, that it was allokay.
I’ll never beokayagain. And I never want to be.
I want this. To kiss and crave and crash with her. To sweat and stroke and move with her. To be blinded and inflamed until I’m bursting inside her.
To be overwhelmed with the joy of thinking about forever with her. As anus. As awe.
As a family.
I swaddle my soul in the thought even as our passion slows and mellows. Even as Kara descends and presses against me, mingling our sweat and meshing our heartbeats. Beyond that blend of our pulses, all is quiet. I use the silence for roaming my hands along her spine—and for giving some heartfelt thanks to my maker. Not just my father—though he’s undoubtedly in that mix somewhere—but to the bigger force beyond him.
He—or she—exists. I’m positive of it. And they deserves my praise because this moment is nothing less than sacred. A jewel of time, precious and powerful, needing its own shrine. I build the whole tower of it in my mind, imagining Kara inside its crystalline perfection. Resplendent. Radiant. But most of all, protected.
Not a reality I’m going to get. Not anytime soon, at least.
So for now, I have to accept that the intention is enough. And, yet again, hope that it will manifest into more.
Until that day, a man can certainly pray.
* * *
I’m still at the mental genuflections a half hour later when Kara rouses.
“Mmm…Oh,my… Did I doze off? Maximus?”
I lean my head up by a few inches to press my lips to her temple. “Right here, Mama Kara.”
