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Clasping my shoulders in a frantic grip, he growls, “Are you really telling the truth?”

“Yes!”

“Can’t be...,” he murmurs in confusion, “this can’t be real...”

“It is real! Please, you have to believe me.” I yank my shirt to the side, showing the bullet wound close to my collarbone but the scar’s so faded it’s barely visible. “It’s me, Ric! It’s me.”

“If that’s true then...”

“The past was a lie,” I whisper and he gets a rabid look in his eyes that has me whimpering. Tugging him to me, I smash my lips against his and he groans, his heart running like a train beneath my palm and he clutches me until my whole body goes soft, his hands fisting my hair possessively and with a need so deep I almost pass out.

“Forgive me,” he groans and I moan,

“There’s nothing to forgive. You saved the world from a bad man and you saved my life.”

9.

Relic

My strength ebbs and I want to crumble by her feet. Letting out a roar, I pull her to me and bellow out the agony I felt throughout all these years. She trembles in my arms, bursting into tears before she tugs at my hair and slants her lips across mine. “Then you will love me,” I growl, shaking her and I bore my eyes into hers. “Love me!”

“I do, Relic,” she pants, “I do love you. I’m proud and honored to be your girl.”

Eyes rolling back in my head, I drop down to the ground, pulling her on top of me and with a frantic expression on her face she straddles me, her feminine powers restoring me and I’m a man conquered. Undoing my belt, she strokes my cock and all reason leaves... that grip of hers...fuck, that grip is everything and she runs her fist up and down, kissing my chest and sprinkling her adoration all over me and my shaft. She licks the tip, swirling her tongue around and I fist her hair.

“Silver...?” I pant.

Her eyes flash like my lighthouse used to once upon a time, a smile curving her lips, “You need to release some steam, old man,” she returns to lovingly lap at me, “we both know you sure as hell need it.”

Groaning, I nod in agreement, guiding her head and it’s so damn good when she spoils me like this and I try not to thrust too forcefully even though I badly need to. Unable to take much more without erupting, I put my hand under her knees, tossing her on her back and get on top of her.

As I do, my length slaps against her heat, her core hitting upward at the same time and I shudder with desire. With her hands on my shoulders, she automatically starts undulating her hips, craving this and I pin her wrists over her head, ripping my shirt off her body. Her eyes turn glassy, her breasts heaving and the tips turn wet from the rain and I lick the drops off of her, rocking against her with my hips until her moans rise to the sky.

“Does it ache, Silver?” I whisper and she lets out an agonized cry.

“Yes! Make it go away.”

“I’ll make it go away,” I promise. We both chase for that release and I thrust, hitting deeper and she fits me like a damn glove and I grunt, growl and snarl while the storm rips all around us. She’s so ready for me, drenching me and clenching for more of me, wanting me to mount her more and more and she triggers me. Triggers every deep instinct in me that says maim and kill anyone who tries to take her from me. “You’re so little,” I grunt, “so small...,” but she’s needy enough for more inches and I give it to her bit by bit, causing her to grow wetter until she’s practically frantic and she tears at my hair.

“So much possession in your eyes,” she pants, an almost pained expression crossing her face when I thrust harder. “Promise you’ll always look at me like that.”

“Always,” I groan in a rough voice, ecstatic that she wants me to never let her go and I’m so fucking happy we’re on the same page. Easier that way and she clenches my muscles, hanging tight onto my biceps as I drive into her over and over. She spurs me for more, arching her back and snapping her hips and I cup her ass, wrenching her down my length.

“Relic!” she cries out, biting into my shoulder so hard she’ll leave marks and her whole body flushes against mine as she takes me deep and its borderline brutal, everything becoming too much, the soft feel of her, the scorching heat between her legs, her lips and her breast slick against my chest. I mindlessly rut her, grunting and groaning, exhausting her and when we both come, it once more feels like the first time.

****

“We were crazy for doing this outside in this weather,” Silver pants. “Considering how hard you thrusted, I’m surprised we didn’t fall off the edge.” She clasps my face in her hands and her eyes stir from emotions. “I can’t believe you’re my old savior.”

Her hands slide down my chest. “I remember all the dolls, the crayons and the plushy unicorns waiting for me when I woke up in the hospital. They didn’t tell me who they were from but it was you wasn’t it?”

I nod and I’m surprised she still remembers that. “They wouldn’t allow me to visit you and I don’t blame them.”

“But I do,” Silver says, “they treated you as if you were some kind of monster when you were the opposite.” She squeezes my shoulders. “I’m so happy our paths crossed again.”

She can’t be happier than me and it feels as if a boulder has been lifted off my chest. My lonely, sleepless nights are finally fucking over and from now on they’ll be coated in silver. Not only had Silver slowly begun bringing me back to life but when she told me who she was...that was the nail in the coffin and I’m still in disbelief but there’s no doubt it’s her.

Eyes growing wet in the corners she whispers, “I remember how much it rained, how tightly you held me to your chest and how much fear there was in your eyes.” A small smile tugs at her lips. “Didn’t you even almost slip once on our way to the hospital?”

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