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“Which means the hour is precious. If this is the only place we can happen, I’ll take every drop of it.”
“No. I won’t let this go. I thought I could, but I can’t.”
A grin tilted his voice. “Who knew I would be the sensible one tonight.”
“You’re a hypocrite,” I objected. “This isn’t the extent of us unless we let it be. Unless you don’t want me enough.”
“Almighty Seasons, ’tis not about wanting. Oh aye, I’m afraid of never having more, never making you gasp with every stitch of clothing I peel from your flesh, never tasting every freckle shivering across your skin, never feeling your bare legs wrapped around my unclad hips, never knowing the ecstasy of being inside you, fucking you beautifully, giving you such deep euphoria until your mind is filled with every raw sensation in existence, and making love to you the way my body’s been shrieking to for weeks. I’m afraid of that. From the beginning, I wanted you so intensely it drove me to the brink, and I’ll keep wanting you until the Seasons fade. Alas, we don’t get everything we want. This is it, sweeting.”
What he said about fucking me, making love to me, eclipsed the rest of my argument. It returned me to all the enticing things we’d done to each other while in and out of the shadows.
All the staggering ways he had made me feel. All the heavy noises we’d elicited from one another. All the ways his body had fit to mine.
All but one.
Today, too many emotions had swarmed me, then been ripped from me. Endlessly, I took people for granted. I did not want to take this man for granted, too. I didn’t want to lose this.
My response took on a husky note. I wanted him to hear it, then to do something about it. “Tell me about us. Take me there.”
Poet emitted a throaty sound. He spoke, his breath pushing against the side of my neck. “I’m kissing a woman.”
“That woman is kissing you back,” I whispered.
“We’re naked and entwined. That woman tastes of tart apples as her moans shudder across my tongue.”
“Because she likes what your mouth is doing to her. She enjoys how you touch her in places she never imagined being touched, in places that come to life under your fingers.”
“I’m dragging my lips down her throat,” he rasped into my pulse point. “As I do, her whimpers vibrate against me, so that I discover the texture of her bliss, each sound telling me where to ply her, how hard or soft to consume her flesh.”
“She wants both,” I confided. “She wants it all.”
“So that’s what I shall offer. Her eyes reflect desire, her nipples tighten, and heat radiates between her legs. She’s sitting on me, facing me astride my lap, her lovely wet cunt coating my aching cock as it pitches into her, and I’m going higher, deeper with each pass. And it’s such a poignant, passionate, and privileged place to be.”
“Yes,” I muttered. “And her walls are surrounding his hard length, enclosing him within her damp heat.”
“And I’m stroking into that heat, her open thighs hitched around my hips, her exquisite pussy spreading around me, soaking me to the base, her flesh throbbing from pleasure. And I’m losing my mind over her—withher.”
“And she’s riding his thrusts.”
“And I’m desperate for her to come, for her to shout with rapture, and for the wild sound of both.”
“And she’s rolling her hips into him. And she’s falling for him.”
“And I’m loving her.”
On a helpless sigh, I twisted at the same time he gripped my jaw and steered me toward him. Those clover eyes sizzled before his mouth slanted hotly against mine. At the contact, my insides liquified like a melting candle.
“I’m loving her everywhere,” he murmured. “I feel the grip of her knees. I’m watching her vault upward, arching into me, her breasts pointed. She’s digging into my shoulders as we let our hips go, her thighs catching each pump of my cock. I’m fucking her sweetly, making love to her roughly, putting every shred of myself into the motions, feeling her cunt contract as she comes long and loud, her face slack with ecstasy, her mouth unhinged for the whole foolish world to hear. I’m giving her everything she wants. And in turn, it’s utter nirvana.
“Should she wish it, I shall do this to her forever, even as the walls crumble around us and the land burns to ash. I will stay with this woman, follow this princess into hell, and keep touching this future queen the whole time. I will keep wanting her, keep sparring with her, and keep coming back to her.”
Poet whispers, “Right now, I’m loving her … because I do, and have, and will.”
My hands shook as they clasped his face. “Poet.”
“I love her,” he hissed, capturing my mouth.
Through the rails, my lips opened, and his tongue slipped past the seam. He probed inside, licking into me the way he once had between my legs, the way the rest of him could not. His tongue swooped against mine, the tempo sensuous, our mouth fusing—unbreakable.
