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I kissed him hard, panting into his mouth. “I don’t want to go slow. I want you. I want you inside me.”
Digging his elbow into the sand, he hovered over me. The moon glowed behind him, granting a halo and scribing him as a looming silhouette.
My heart kicked.
I ran my hand through his hair.
And then I froze as my gaze shot to the dark horizon.
Only faint. Barely noticeable. But there. Like colour dusted straight from the heavens.
Pink and green.
Green and pink.
Dazzling, flashing, blanketing.
“Oh my God.” I sat up, pushing Aslan off me. He rolled onto his side, getting sand stuck all over him.
“What? What is it?” He went to leap to his feet, looking for a threat, but I grabbed his hand and pointed at the sky. “Aurora Australis.” Tears filled my eyes in awe. I’d only seen the stunning display a few times in my life. Normally far out to sea, away from light pollution and people, but having them appear tonight of all nights? The night when I’d suffered something unimaginable only to stand taller than I ever had before was...symbolic. It reminded me that I was so much more. So powerful, invincible, and strong.
My heart skipped and tripped and glowed.
“Wow...” Aslan flopped onto his back.
Faint flamingo pink flickered above, followed by a wash of faded emerald green.
“It’s brighter the farther south you go,” I whispered. “Tasmania is said to have the best light shows in Australia.”
“Better than this?” he choked, his delicious baritone thick with amazement. Another flash of pink, bleeding into midnight purple. “This is insane.”
The catch in his voice made my eyes drop to him instead of the perfect sky. His lips parted as his gaze flickered from one subtle splash to another. The moon cast him in silver, and his entire face went slack with wonder.
For a boy of twenty-one, he seemed so wise, so present. He lived with the daily threat of death, yet he never became numb to that fact. Instead, he existed as if each day was his last, aware and perceptive, experiencing with as many senses as possible.
He whispered something in awed Turkish as his eyes mirrored the pink and green magic from above.
And I couldn’t help myself.
I tripped even deeper into love.
I wanted him.
Right now.
With the sky raining colours and the stars giving us their blessing.
Without a word, I sat up, brushed off as much sand as I could, then kneeled and straddled him.
His eyes shot to mine.
Questions filled them, worry for my state of mind, questions of what I would do, but then, with a sigh of surrender, he dropped his hands to my hips and swirled his thumbs along the paper-skin fragility of my lower belly.
“I’m yours, Neri. Take whatever you want from me.”
Biting my lip, I hooked my fingers in his boxer-briefs. The tip of his cock glistened above the waistband, trapped and angry. How many times had I touched him in the past four months? How many times had I brought him to a release? How many times had I wanted more than just a fumble in the dark or a rushed grind against the door?
Tonight, I got my wish.
