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And the sight of her free hand, rubbing feverishly between her legs.
And he was done.
Done,in a deluge of heat and release, spilling from him in white-hot, silken-wet ropes.
Done, in replacing her very breath with his essential life, branding her with his cream, filling her with his fire.
Done,in feeling her own climax hit, turning her mouth into a tunnel all but glowing around him, ordering his balls to give up yet another explosion, falling out of him on a rambling, breathless groan. “Yes. Oh yes, beauty. Ale ko’u kai. All of it. Take all of it from me. Swallow my life…swallow my flames…”
Many long minutes later, he let go of the branch—and plummeted to his knees beside her. The movement unseated him from her mouth, now getting bracketed by both his hands, for the longest, most adoring kiss he could summon from his tapped-out, sucked-out body.
As soon as he tasted her, he wanted more.
By every god he found holy…
She was an ambrosia. Redolent. Decadent. Naughty. Nasty.
His.
Fuck the sweet breeze, the chirpy birds, and the dreamy sunbeams. He embraced the clanging, five-alarm certainty of that single, perfect word…and its violent, virulent call to every eager servant of his spirit and soul.
His.
He kissed her again, needing her to know it too. Needing her to feel it—as well as his commitment to it.
No.
Needing her to hear it too.
“Tracy.” With hands still framing her face, he lowered his forehead against hers. “Tracy.” His sweet, smart, passionate, headstrong warrioress of a woman…
He was hers too.
I’m yours…
“John?” Her gaze thickened to mist as concern laced her voice, only to soften as his fingers gripped into her hair and his lips sought hers yet again. The kiss was different this time. A brush. A seal. A promise. “Oh John,” she whispered.
“For as long as you’ll have me.” He uttered it knowing the rest wasn’t necessary. Absolute in the truth her soul already heard, her heart already knew. “For as long as you need me.”
She swallowed. Pulled away just enough so he was pierced by her beautiful gaze again, consuming his focus as she dipped a silent nod. “Okay,” she finally rasped, lifting a hand to trace the edge of his own face. “Okay.”
They let out long breaths together.
Pulled them back in as the wind blew, loosening leaves from the oak boughs around them. Such an irony, Franz thought. As symbols of expired growth fluttered the air around him, seedlings of new feeling began sprouting in his spirit.
But that was just the start of his curiosity in this moment.
Another inquisition knocked at his brain like a cosmic bill collector. He wasn’t letting her get away without helping him pay the debt, either.
“Ku’uipo?”
Her lips lifted into a tiny smile. “Yes, Sir?”
“Before we hit the road on figuring out all this bullshit with Sol, I need to know something.”
“Hmm?”
His mouth opened but nothing came out. Well, shit. How did he pay the collector without making her gasp at the invoice?
