Page 62 of Ecliptic

His thumb pressed against my empty opening. My eyes shot wide, but I was too pliant and desperate to care. He pressed in deeper. “I told you I would fill your every hole.”

My moan was animalistic. “Please,” I rasped, needing him with a scorching desire.

Fully claimed, owned, and filled, the dead earth ground into my palms and knees, cutting open my skin as I begged for more.

“Do you need to feel more of me?”

“Yes! Don’t stop,” I begged as he thrust so deep I swore I could feel him everywhere. “I’m so close.”

“Come for me,” Rowen grunted out the command as he reached around with his free hand and pressed the tip of his finger against my swollen clit. “Now!"

I obeyed. Spirits did I obey.

An explosion of ecstasy swept through me, yet my climax wasn’t just a release or a need satisfied. It was pure deliverance. I cried out as my orgasm consumed me in shuddering waves that reverberated as infinitely inward as they did outward.

My entire body seemed to awaken, every nerve and hidden corner within me sparking and contracting, feeling alive in a way I’d never known.

As the aftershocks of my release subsided, a faint tingling sensation brushed beneath my palms and knees.

When I looked down, I saw tiny tendrils of greenery sprouting between my fingertips. The moss was velvet-soft against my skin, and as my pleasure grew, so did the garden.

Flora broke through the barren soil and twisted up the ancient columns surrounding us.

I was breathless and trembling as Rowen rutted into me from behind, healing me while my blood healed the earth.

Moonlit petals unfurled in glittering waves as Light rippledthrough the leaves. Saplings morphed into towering trees, their vines draping down around us and brushing against our skin like fireflies. Glowing mushrooms and flowers sprouted as a canopy of wisteria connected the gaps in the ruins. Fleur Uaine seemingly returned to its original glory and encased us in our own personal oasis.

Rowen pulled out of me, but before I could whimper in protest, his calloused hands, that I missed with every fiber of my being, latched onto my waist and flipped me around—my back landing on a soft bed of moss.

“I won’t last much longer,” he said as he pushed my knees up to my chest, barring me obscenely before him. He folded and unfolded me like origami, bending me to his whims and desires. “You’re glorious, Keira,” he grunted as he thrust into me once again. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his waist, holding on for dear life as he ground my clit perfectly. And together, we were lost in our thunderous release.

Eons might have passed when Rowen finally pulled out of me with a shudder. He rolled us until we faced each other in the plush nest of our paradise.

Being unable to touch Rowen had been like dying of thirst. I could see the sparkling water in the distance like a taunting mirage, but now, the hidden oasis engulfed me and drowned me in bliss.

I glowed softly from the intensity of my body-high.

After my legs stopped shaking and my breathing returned to normal, a single tear dripped from my eye. Rowen kissed it off my cheek as if it were a drop of ecstasy. “What is it?” he murmured against my cheekbone, lightly stroking me from my shoulder to hip bone.

The newly sprouted forest, vibrant and alive, cushioned my descent back to earth, awakening my senses to the moss and roses surrounding me.

“I feel like myself again,” I said, tracing my fingertips along his abs. “I was drowning in a bubble of water, suffocating in plain sight. Everyone tried to help, but it was I who had to swim above the pain. It’s still there, might always be there, but at least my chin is above the water. It feels good to finally breathe.”

“Keep treading the water, Keira,” Rowen whispered as he brushed my hair off to one side and traced his fingertip along the shell of my pointed ear. “And when your legs get tired, I will always be there to help keep you afloat. Tell me you know that.”

I leaned forward and gently nibbled his lower lip. “I do.”

Rowen smiled, offering me a glimpse of his sharp canines, and I realized he hadn’t smiled that wide in ages. “I’m so proud of you. Look at what you did,” he marveled as he stroked a low-hanging bulb of light. “You brought Fleur Uaine back to life.”

“She’s marvelous. I just wish I knew how to use this on a worldwide scale. We can’t have sex all over the planet.”

“Can’t we?” He nudged me playfully, already hardening against my stomach. His face was mesmerizing as the moonlight and shadows danced across his features.

“I mean, we can certainly try,” I replied, awestruck by his hard and chiseled beauty.

“Then are you ready for your punishment?” he asked, kissing the shimmering scar tattoo on my collarbone. Then he lowered his mouth to the scar beneath my breast and the one lower on my ribcage. He inched open my thighs and traced my center.

My hungry moan was answer enough.

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