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Her smile didn’t falter, and she shook her head. “We made it out of Marindal. That’s the important part.” She flung her arms around him in an excited embrace. “We’re free! We’re finally free!”
Her mouth found his, and he would have been satisfied to kiss her in the middle of the woods for the rest of his life. Just as she had shown him so much, he was eager to introduce her to the comfortable setting in which he’d established himself, and he finally broke away to head home. When they rounded the last corner, the cottage appeared as he had left it. He’d never been so glad to see the small building as he was at the end of their fateful trek.
He opened the door and let her wander around. Liora made a beeline for the easel by the window and leaned over to peer at her likeness. His cheeks flushed as he moved behind her, and he hoped the painting would meet with approval. “I didn’t get to finish it…”
She turned around. “You will. You are an extremely talented man.” She took his hands and stood on her toes so her lips reached his ear. “But not yet. There will be time for that later.”
The warm breath dancing across his skin made more than the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. Deciding the grand tour of the rest of the house could wait, he half-led, half-dragged her down the hallway and pushed open the door to the master bedroom. The covers were already a rumpled mess, and he scooped her into his arms and tossed her onto the sheets.
Her girlish squeal was cut short as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her pants. He quickly disposed of the tan trousers, and her thin cotton shirt met a similar fate moments later. The naked woman sprawled out on his bed was the most glorious sight he had beheld in ages. He was tempted to disregard any semblance of patience he had left and ravish her immediately, but they finally had been awarded the gift of time. He wanted to savor every second.
Stephen shed his own clothing and sat beside her. Every part of her enthralled him and he didn’t know where to begin. Her shapely, exposed legs were as good of a starting point as any, and he traced a line from the inside of her ankle up to her inner thigh. His lips followed the path he had outlined, and her breathing quickened as he kissed his way up her body with painstaking care.
He was tempted to linger at her gold-ringed slit and taste the tangy drops he had already coaxed forth. More decadent pleasures were soon to come, and he settled for giving it a single, teasing lick, delighting in the gasp he elicited. The creamy skin of her stomach was next. No inch of it lay untouched by his sweet kisses.
The rounded flesh of her breasts swelled above him. Each was topped by a tempting rosy nipple, and he wasted no time in drawing one into his mouth. He sucked on it with vigor, devouring it as if he were a starving man granted a heavenly feast. His tongue rolled the sensitive bud between his teeth, and he used his fingers to pay equal attention to its mate. The exploration came to a temporary halt as he took considerable time to fondle his treasures and show his appreciation.
Liora’s chest heaved beneath him, and her palpable arousal drove him into a similar state. His cock was erect almost to the point of causing pain. Letting her heavy breast fall from his mouth, he looked up at his love. Her eyes were half-closed, yet he could see the desire and lust displayed upon her face. Dragging his lips up her shoulder, he groaned near her ear when her hand gripped his hardened shaft.
She didn’t need to say a word to convey how badly she wanted him. He shifted on top of her, and she guided him toward the drenched opening of her pussy. His broad head slid inside, and he propped himself up with his arms as he sank into her.
Every single one of their previous encounters paled in comparison to their reunion on the conscious plane. No detail went unnoticed by Stephen as he fucked her wildly—the downy pillow beneath her head, the creak of the mattress springs, the scent of their mingling juices as they teetered on the brink of profound ecstasy. Their combined moans created a song of exaltation, and the room filled with the sounds of their consummation. With every thrust, he grew closer to achieving his ultimate dream. No longer would she disappear into the otherworldly mists upon climax.
The first embers of a carnal frenzy roared into an uncontrollable inferno which commanded control of his body and refused to let go. Enveloped in the slippery warmth of her sex, his balls tightened with the promise of an orgasm that would tear the bed apart. Her fingertips on his cheek made him open his eyes, and he stared down into glistening depths which filled him with a love so pure, he couldn’t imagine waking up without it. He forever belonged to her, and he could no longer contain the thriving passion yearning to burst forth.
Stephen rammed into her with all his strength, and she screamed his name. As she writhed underneath his full weight, he submitted to the animalistic power within him. Jets of cum surged forth, and her inner muscles seized around his erupting cock. They rode out the storm in a harmonious synchronization of untamed motions until his muscles were sapped of every ounce of energy.
He collapsed on top of her, his face landing in the cushion of her silken hair. Breathing heavily, he inhaled the aroma of moss, honeysuckle, and something else which was simply her. He slid to the side, keeping his arms wrapped around her. Liora turned to face him, and her tangible movements in the aftermath of their activities brought him more joy than he’d ever thought possible.
Even as exhaustion descended upon him like a soothing rain, she captured his undivided attention. “I love you,” he said.
“I love you, too.” Her lips brushed against his before she curled up alongside his chest. “Welcome home.”
Epilogue
Splashes of crimson brightened the landscape, bringing with them the cooler breezes of autumn. The fallen leaves had been raked into neat little piles, yet forces other than gales of wind scattered them throughout the yard once more. Shrieks of laughter accompanied the crinkling debris, and the high pitches were loud enough to permeate a double pane of glass.
Liora gazed out the window while she draped a cardigan around her shoulders. Stephen couldn’t chase his niece and nephew and hope to catch them, but he could roll around with them in the leaf-strewn grass as his sister and her husband looked on and smiled. It wouldn’t be long before the first snowfall transformed the region into a different playground.
The adored uncle had planned to come inside to retrieve the birthday cake for the youngest of the clan once an appropriate amount of time after dinner had passed. Liora volunteered for the job, not wanting to tear him away from the fun. Though the house was probably too small to accommodate an additional four people, the long weekend had been an enjoyable opportunity for her to meet the others who cared for Stephen as much as she did.
She was unsure of how much he had told them about her origins and their adventures. As far as Jill was concerned, her brother had needed an extended vacation to decide what he wanted from life. That he had returned hopelessly in love with a woman who felt the same way about him erased any irritation she’d felt about his lack of contact.
They’d welcomed her with open arms and immediately put her at ease. Jill had taken an instant liking to her, and the feeling was mutual. She was more extroverted and outspoken than her brother, but her innate kindness and easygoing demeanor seemed to be a familial trait.
Liora felt lucky she was able to adapt to Stephen’s world so readily. Thoughts of her own home had never left her mind, however. Since her escape from the walled enclosure, more and more memories trickled to the surface. Not all of the blanks had filled in, and she held out hope she would one day learn about the woman she once was.
She missed Tirani. Despite the chaos which had shaken Marindal in the moments before her flight, she believed her friend would have had the opportunity to flee safely. Whether she returned to her native land or moved on to a new location was unknown. Her insightful words had always meant so much to Liora, and she owed her willingness to embrace her new beginnings to the wise arthropod. There was always the possibility of their paths crossing in the future. She anticipated sharing the tales of the life she carved for herself.
For now, she was content. As she leaned over the table to set the cake on a serving platter, something swung forward, almost landing in the chocolate icing. She straightened and fingered the pendant dangling from a chain around her neck. Stephen had kept her gift of the second crystal in his pocket at all times, and the last remaining shard of the sphere had survived their tumultuous journey. It was now encased in a silver binding, subject to its owner’s control.
Liora dropped her jewelry inside the neckline of her blouse to keep it out of the way. She poked a number of candles into the cake, making sure to include an extra one for good luck as Stephen had instructed. After casting a glance over her shoulder to make sure everyone outside was otherwise occupied, she raised her hand and snapped her fingers. A small flame appeared between her thumb and forefinger, emanating a pale orange glow. She waved her hand over the cake, and each candle lit simultaneously in a jubilant display appropriate for a child’s special day.
The cheerful flickering lights made her smile. She couldn’t predict what lay beyond the horizon for her and Stephen, but they were ready to face the rest of their lives together. Side by side, they had embarked on the same voyage, and nothing could ever shatter the bond between them. Their love had been tested and was unbreakable.
The pleasant scent of burning wax reminded her they were all waiting on the deck. She was sure tonight would be the first of many such events, and she looked forward to celebrating life’s joys with the man who had brought her so much. Picking up the cake, Liora nudged the door open with her hip and went outside to rejoin her family.
