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In the back of my sex, an immense swell of pleasure roared, cresting right before it exploded in my body, destroying every assumption I’d ever made, wiping my slate clean. Roaring like a mighty wave, he flooded me with his seed. As I screamed his name and surrendered to the pleasure, the connection between us yanked, binding not only my body to his, but also my soul.
When we were done, he lay beside me onSerenity’sdeck. I cuddled against his side, feeling the generous trickle of his essence dribbling out of me. I’d found the lover of my lifetime, the soulmate I never knew I could have.
“Kai? I feel it. Here.” I settled my hand over my chest. “Where I thought my heart was dead. Where I never believed I could feel the way I feel for you.”
“What is it you feel?” he asked, his voice as cautious as his expression.
“Our connection.” Thrill rushed through my veins, along with a sensation of rightness, as if with two words, my world had righted.
His throat rippled with a swallow, but his eyes lit up with a coppery glint that reminded me of a golden sunset.
With the sun, the sea, and the sky as my witnesses, I whispered in his ear. “I love you, Kai.”
He pushed up on his elbows and drew back to meet my gaze. I understood his astonishment. He didn’t have the benefit of seeing my aura. The shock on his face made me smile. A free and freeing giggle escaped me, untamed joy.
Kai’s eyes shimmered with a luster akin to wonder. It was as if he could feel that my fortress had crumbled, and that, scarred as my soul was, I was baring it for him, only for him.
“I…” He paused and cleared his throat, even though when he spoke again, his voice was still hoarse. “I thought you didn’t believe in love.”
“Well…” I widened my grin and wiggled my eyebrows. “I do now.”
Chapter Thirty-four
Kai
I’d promised Cece I was gonna make love to her until she was full and I was empty. In the last couple of days, I’d followed up on that promise. My dick and I had spent the days and nights learning Cece’s body, what she liked, what drove her wild, how to make her scream from pleasure. It turned out she was the Ying to my Yang.
It was late afternoon. Two days after we’d first made love, we’d done it every which way. The pleasure we could give each other was unbelievable. The last few days had been intense. I’d never had a sexual partner as exquisitely in tune with me as Cece. I gave myself plenty of room for creativity. She embraced it all.
It was as if she’d now freed herself tofeel.
She was as fierce in bed as she was in life, and she wanted—needed—a fierce lover to match her stamina, someone who could meet her at her level of horny.
That person was me.
Right this minute, I had Cece on her knees. Her forehead rested on the pillow, and her elbows dug into the mattress. Kneeling behind her, with her lovely back deeply arched and her ass high in the air, I had the perfect angle to plunder her pretty pussy while also enjoying the view of her ass and the feel of her firm flesh beneath my hands.
She’d just come a few moments ago, but I’d held back. Since I wanted to make her come again, I forced myself into a torturous state of edging. It wasn’t easy to keep it going when my dick dove into her warm depths. I relished the muted moansand whimpers coming from her, and the erotic view of my seed from our prior climaxes spilling from her and dripping down her thighs.
“You are so sexy,” I muttered, pumping into her at a steady, demanding rhythm. “Every part of you is a suckable, fuckable delight.”
She moaned and fisted her hands around the rumpled sheets, pushing back and grinding her sex against me.
“What was that?” I asked in an amiable tone. “You want me to stop?”
She tossed me a glare over her shoulder. “Don’t you dare.”
I had to chuckle. We’d been going from one dare to another for two days straight.
I reached beneath her and rubbed her clit. She mewled right before she went off. With a last thrust, I buried my cock to the hilt in her squeezing pussy. I came, shooting my load until I was cross-eyed and weak-kneed like a newborn pup.
We collapsed on my bed, breathing hard and entwined in each other’s arms. Cece’s presence blazed against the darkness of my closed eyelids. In my arms, she was warmth and light, signal and direction. Like a ship in the darkness, I’d drifted into her radiance, knowing I sailed into perilous waters and yet willing to navigate her passionandher darkness, my hangups and my fears.
The patter of rain drifted from above deck. A low-pressure system had brought us two days of precipitation that washed out the trails and turned them into red mud. It had also gifted us with a beautiful view of the single waterfall that appeared only during wet periods on the island. When I looked out the window, the shimmering ribbon hung from one of the cliffs facing the cove, a slash of misty white cutting through the emerald canopy.
The slippery trails had complicated my patrols, but giventhat Cece’s safety was my priority, I’d kept them up, even when all I wanted to do was be with her. I checked my systems often, and I also made sure Cece got rest, food, and conversation besides pleasure. We’d talked a lot, filling in the blank spaces of our stories for each other.
When I recovered from my climax, I gathered her to me and covered her face in kisses.
