Kamala Rainforest, Phuket, Thailand
Niamh ogled her mate as he lazed in the precariously positioned pool that dangled over the rainforest. It was situated within the wraparound deck of the luxury treehouse Fionn had gifted to them. Because, after all, Niamh had saved the world. They had made fond memories in this treehouse, and while Kiyo had been unsure of returning to it, over the years he’d grown to love what they called their vacation home.
His strong torso glistened with water from the pool as he tipped his head back to let the sun warm his face through the trees. Niamh felt more than a prickle of arousal as she leaned against the doorframe, gaze sweeping over his taut, smooth fawn skin. Kiyo would always be the most beautiful male she’d ever seen. Sometimes it still knocked the breath out of her that he was hers.
“Komorebi, either quit staring or get in,” he murmured, opening his dark eyes.
“Was that a request or a command?”
His eyes smoldered.
Without another word, Niamh pulled off her kaftan and threw it behind her. Naked, she sauntered out onto the deck, shivering at the low growl Kiyo emitted as he watched her approach.
Her breasts bounced, her nipples pebbling even in the warm air as she took the steps down into the shallow pool. Kiyo’s chest rose and fell a little faster with excitement.
And Niamh didn’t leave him waiting.
She straddled him beneath the water and he yanked her roughly over him, taking her right nipple in his mouth. Niamh’s cries filled the trees as her back bowed, pleasure rushing between her legs as he suckled on her.
Reaching between them, Niamh gripped his naked cock in hand and guided him inside her beneath the water. He released her breast to groan with desire as Niamh began to ride him.
“Kiyo-Chan,” she chanted over and over as her body built toward orgasm.
Her mate suddenly rose, holding her to him, his expression tight with raw need as he lifted them out of the pool. She knew his intention was to get to the bed but her little whimper of want always set him on fire. Suddenly, she found herself with her back to the floor as Kiyo fucked her with fiery need.
He gripped her thighs, lifting her arse so he could thrust into her at just the right angle.
Her eyes must have turned liquid gold because Kiyo released a wolfish growl of satisfaction as he picked up his pace.
Niamh’s orgasm exploded through her, her sobs of pleasure and tightening inner muscles causing Kiyo to yell out hoarsely as he released inside her.
He delighted in looking at where they joined as he pulled out, his jaw clenching with renewed desire as he witnessed his cum spill from her.
Niamh felt an ache of melancholic longing score across her chest. One that she quickly stifled for fear her mate suspected she was discontent.
“I better clean up.” She pushed off the floor, stopping to kiss him tenderly, before she strode into the bathroom to do just that.
Niamh stared at her reflection in the mirror, her cheeks flushed and dewy with sweat from their mating. Itwasn’tthatshe was unhappy with their life. They led a meaningful, high-octane existence, and these past few days had been a well-deserved break.
Her visions were a part of her and Niamh wanted to use them for good. Kiyo would follow her anywhere, so they used her visions to stop bad things from happening to good people.
To have money to live, they also continued to do Kiyo’s old work as a mercenary. They took on jobs where they were compensated for finding people who’d committed crimes against others. But only people Niamh knew deserved justice meted out against them.
It was a busy, dangerous world they lived in. Kiyo would have quite happily hidden Niamh away somewhere she would always be protected. But they’d both go mad with boredom.
Especially when …
Niamh threw the thought from her mind.
She didn’t want Kiyo to sense her feelings.
When she stepped out of the bathroom, Kiyo stood in her path, his arms crossed over his broad, naked chest. He’d donned lightweight pants, but his feet were still bare. Niamh loved it when he wore his thick, silky hair down, but she also loved the way the beautiful angles of his face were highlighted when he wore it in a man bun like now.
“Talk to me,Komorebi.”
Unease shifted through her, and she gave him a mock confused smile. “You’re very serious.”
“Don’t.” The muscle in his jaw flexed, and she sensed his growing agitation.
