How starved and desperate they’d been for each other. For the pleasure they could deliver to one another, the intimacy, and something more.
Something more fragile and unique to them—completion.
Her body completed his like no other.
As did other parts of her, too.
Her spirit completed his.
Her soul completed his.
Oh, this was madness.
But there was no stopping it as her groan turned into cries that begged and pleaded for more. He clutched her hips and thrust deeper and deeper into her as tension filled her body and his, too.
She was close.
She inhaled a cry and went still with sudden tension, then broke in climax, her quim pulsing its release around his cock, her cunny beckoning and imploring him to tumble over the edge with her into the rarified ether that only they knew, together. Then he was cresting over the brink, free of the weight of the universe, shouting his release into the delicate indent at the base of her throat as they clung to each other. Slowly, they came to a stop, their hearts beating as one, their breath ragged and fast.
“Artemis,” he said, for no particular reason.
Just to have her name on his tongue.
She shifted and met his gaze, her mouth curled into a sensuous little smile. “Was it always that good?”
He cast his mind back. “I think we thought so.”
Her smile widened. “That sounds like us.”
He laughed.
Howgoodthis felt.
Not only the waves of pleasure rippling through his veins.
But theafter, too.
They’d always enjoyed each other.
He’d spent hours, days,yearstrying to forget that about them.
Now, no longer a memory.
She angled back, and he understood reality would assert itself when a question entered her eyes.
He braced himself.
“Do you need …”
He could only imagine the thunderous expression on his face that stopped the next word cold in her mouth.
Help.
She’d been about to ask if he needed help to remove himself from the bathtub.
His leg.
The thing was, he’d forgotten the bloody, rotten appendage.
