AllFreeNovel
Share Us
The arm around her waist moved as she tightened her thighs to hold herself against him without his support. His freed hand reached between them and somehow shoved aside their clothes and freed the necessary parts.
And before she could take her next breath, he was already thrusting inside of her, stone hard and outrageously thick. Splitting her open. Impaling her slowly on his cock.
It hurt to be penetrated at this angle despite her readiness. He seemed like a sword newly heated in the forge.
But as always, her body quickly adjusted to accommodate him. It was a minor miracle each and every time they came together.
It was elemental. Primal.
They were made for each other, and their bodies knew it.
When he was seated to the hilt, when she felt certain he reached her heart, was in her throat, he changed directions and put her against the tree instead. Held there like a pinned butterfly by her legs around his waist and his key inside her lock.
“Iamyours,” he husked, keeping still within her, pulsing.
She could feel every veiny ridge of his staff, every throb of the plump, juicy head.
“I havealwaysbeenyours. Only yours, Heba. Ever yours.”
He began a slow grind into her against the tree, making her drop her head back and moan with abandon through the tears.
“I am inside you now. Feel me. See me. Hear me. Taste me.”
She did. She did all of those things. She could do naught else but obey his command.
“My cock. My body. My heart. My soul. They are all yours. You own me, though I am free. You enslave me, though I wear no chains. There has never been nor ever will be another.”
She was sobbing again, now with gushing relief, as if a dam had broken. She was a wreck while he loved her with his whole self.
She didn’t know when she climaxed, or when he did, just that they reached the zenith together. All that mattered in this moment was that they were truly and inextricably joined.
He filled her once, twice, all the night long with his flesh, his seed, beneath the blackwood tree in the deserted copse. Filled her so full that she couldn’t stop leaking on their long walk back to the ships come morning.
They didn’t say a word after everything that needed to be said between them was said.
And they held hands the entire way.
Chapter Thirteen
“Once you make a decision, the universe conspires to make it happen.”
—Ralph Waldo Emerson
Modern Day. Yukon Territories.
“Take the night off, dear,” Maddie said, a concerned frown wrinkling her brow.
“You look dead on your feet. Are you having sleep issues? I have some Tylenol PM in the back if you want. I have all kinds of drugs I don’t need back there. You never know when something might come in handy between our staff and the patrons.”
“Huh?”
It wasn’t an eloquent answer by any means, but Eve was barely conscious, never mind coherent.
“Tie-len-nall?”
She’d do anything to get some relief, so she held out her hand like a pitiful beggar and practically fell on Maddie as she swayed in gratitude.
Her boss murmured empathetically and patted her back, while steering her to a counter stool to sit on before she splattered face first onto the floor.
