“I’ve missed you,” I murmured, brushing a few fallen strands of hair off her face as I curled up beside her.
Her breath stuttered out, and for a second, I didn’t think she was going to say anything, but then the words left her in a rush, “I missed you too.”
Reaching for her, I cupped her chin and turned her to face me simply so I could gain access to her perfect lips. I hadn’t kissed her in so long. It had been a special kind of agony to go without now that I’d found her.
I moved until I hovered just over her lips and then lifted my eyes to hers. “Stop me now if this isn’t what you want.”
She tilted her chin up, her lips feathering against mine in the palest imitation of a kiss. “Don’t stop.”
“I love you, Merri. It kills me that you had any reason to doubt me.” Fuck, my voice was broken.
Close as we were, each word had my lips moving against hers. It was the biggest fucking tease.
Merri let out a soft hum as she threaded her fingers through my hair and tugged me that final centimeter down. Our mouths met in a gentle press that was rapidly replaced by a passionate and demanding kiss. All our pent-up longing, the hurt, the love, the need, culminated in this perfect reunion between us. I wanted to stay here forever. And wasn’t that part of the danger of dreamwalking? We could trap ourselves in this haven we created and never leave. Even as the world was destroyed around us.
“I need you,” she whispered after breaking our kiss, her fingers trailing down the back of my neck and over my shoulders possessively.
“Not as much as I need you.”
Her lips twitched in a small smile. “Prove it.”
I moved until I was above her, my aching cock pressed against her core. “How’s that for proof?”
She leaned up and nipped my bottom lip. “You can do better.”
Reaching between us, I untied her bikini bottoms and let the fabric fall away. My fingers drifted over her hip and to the apex of her thighs, but all I could look at was her face as I touched her.
“You’re wet for me,” I whispered.
“Always.”
“Good girl.”
A ripple of lust poured out of her at my praise, and I had to fight back a smug grin. I was so fucking good at this.
“Stop teasing me. You know I’m ready.” She slipped her hand under my bathing suit and grabbed hold of my throbbing length. “And I know you’re ready.”
I groaned, head falling back as she stroked me. “I’ve been ready since the moment I first saw you.” The ghost of a breeze over my ass was the only hint she’d used her magic to take care of our clothing. I huffed out a laugh. “You really are in a hurry.”
“Like you aren’t?”
I made sure our gazes were locked when I admitted, “If I could make this last forever, I would. For a few days there, I thought I’d never get to have this with you again. It makes a guy selfish.”
She didn’t reply, simply wrapped her arms around the back of my neck and arched up so she could kiss me. I used that opportunity to fit myself between her thighs and sink into her warm, welcoming body. Her whimper sent a rush through me as the sensation of us being joined again took hold. This wasn’t a frenzied fuck so we could power up. I was making love with the woman I wanted to keep for eternity.
A bit of soul-fucking, if you will.
Our bodies moved together in a sinuous dance, my thrusts slow but deep, our eyes focused on each other. Merri might not be using her succubus power, but it was a magic all on its own. Something I’d never experienced with anyone but her.
My Merri.
My mate.
I wasn’t going to last much longer, and part of me wanted to fight the urge to fill her with my cum so soon, but a bigger part knew this was the plan all along. She needed this from me so she could be strong while we searched for a way to bring her back.
Her nails scored my ass and thighs as she cried out, an orgasm taking her by surprise if the look on her face was anything to go by. That was all it took for me to go over the edge right along with her. Pleasure turned my vision white as I gave her everything I had and delighted in knowing I’d help strengthen her.
I stayed planted inside her as we both came down from the high of our joint climax. She was running her fingers through my hair, her expression love-drunk and happy. I wished I could capture this moment, that there was a way to take a mental picture so I could come back to it over and over again. If heaven was something a horseman could experience, this was mine.
