Her hand rose, cupping his jaw, her touch feather-light and reverent. “But with you… I finally get to be whole. No masks. No shine. Just me. And, finally, that’s enough.”
His gaze darkened, the tenderness warring with a hunger that was primal and all-consuming. He positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock pressing against her, a hot, demanding promise. The touch was electric, and she gasped, her hips lifting instinctively to meet him.
“I was grown to serve, Goldie,” he said, his voice a low, rough rasp. “To be a vessel for a god.” He leaned down, his lips brushing hers, his eyes boring into hers. “But with you, I want to be a man. Your man. Let me show you what that means.”
“Then stop talking,” she breathed, “and show me.”
He entered her with a slow, deliberate power that was both a claiming and a surrender. It wasn't the frantic, magical joining from the rituals they had performed. This was different. This was just them. A man and a woman, finally finding their home in each other.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, taking him deeper, her body arching to meet every powerful thrust. Their movements were a perfect, unspoken rhythm, a dance of passion and tenderness. He drove into her, again and again, each thrust a promise, each gasp her answer.
He whispered her name like a prayer, a mantra, an anchor in the storm of their passion. She cried his in return, a song of joy so fierce it left her throat raw. It was messy, and beautiful, and profoundly real.
She felt him begin to shake above her, his breath stuttering, his body trembling with the force of what was building. She wrapped her arms around him, drawing him deeper, holding him together as he began to fall apart.
“I’m with you,” she gasped, her own climax cresting fast and bright and blinding. “I’m right here.”
Pleasure surged through her, molten and magnificent, a wave that tore through every inch of her. Splice shuddered with her, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm, undone and remade all at once.
They collapsed together, limbs tangled, skin slick with sweat, hearts hammering in unison.
Splice held her close, his chest rising and falling in time with hers. His lips brushed her with gentle benedictions against hertemple, then her cheek, the sensations grounding her back in her body.
The fiery crescendo of their passion softened into a gentle, glowing warmth that filled the room. The vines overhead retracted, their light dimming, the flowers closing as if they, too, were settling into a contented sleep. The air, thick with magic and the scent of their lovemaking, slowly cleared, leaving behind only the familiar, comforting smell of Goldie’s apartment.
Splice lay draped over her, his cheek resting against her chest. His weight was solid, anchoring, the warmth of his breath brushing the skin just below her collarbone.
Goldie exhaled and let her fingers wander in slow, lazy circles across his shoulder and down the line of his back, tracing the mix of smooth skin and textured ridges. He shivered faintly at her touch, and the tiny response sent a soft, satisfied flutter through her.
“You’re surprisingly warm,” she murmured into the skin of his neck. “For a plant person.”
He chuckled, low and deep, the sound vibrating through her ribs. “Andyou’redamp.”
Goldie snorted. “Damp? You absolute dork. That’s the worst pillow talk I’ve ever heard.”
He shifted slightly, tilting his head to meet her eyes, thoughtful. “I thought it was accurate.”
“Itis,” she groaned. “That’s the problem. You need to work on your tone.”
“Then teach me,” he said, and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Teach me everything. I want to know what it means to be human. For you.”
Goldie’s throat went tight. She could have made a joke. She almost did.
Instead, she lifted her face and kissed him. “You’re doing just fine,” she whispered.
As if summoned by the shift from passionate chaos to domestic quiet, the bedroom door creaked open. Splice sat up first, the movement careful, instinctively shielding Goldie with his body until he realized the source of the intrusion. Goldie pushed herself up beside him, tugging the sheet over her chest just as Maeve strutted into the room.
The cat took in the two naked bodies and tangled sheets and gave a sharp, imperious sniff.Honestly,her voice echoed in Goldie’s mind, dripping with disdain.All that thrashing about. Some of us are trying to maintain a dignified household.
Oberon followed, his approach more direct. He padded straight to Splice’s side of the bed, hopped up, and stared him directly in the face, his expression one of grave seriousness.
You,he projected, his tone a low, rumbling growl.Plant-man. Snuggles. Now.
A bubble of soft laughter escaped Goldie. “Hush, you two,” she said, her voice full of affection. “You’re just jealous you weren’t the center of attention.”
She wrapped her arms around Splice and nuzzled into his chest, pressing a kiss just above his sternum. He hummed and folded himself around her without hesitation, one arm slipping around her waist, the other curling protectively over her shoulder. He held her like she was his entire world.
“Now,” she added, voice muffled against his skin, “be good, or there will be no Churus for snackies.”
