“You told Marigold you’d tripped and fallen into the flour. I don’t think she believed you.”
I laugh again. All these memories, and we’ve only just started our lives together. “I need a hundred more years with you, Fare. A thousand more years. A million!”
“Eternity would not be long enough,” he says, and his finger slips deeper inside of me.
I let out a moan and press myself harder against him.Yes,this is what I needed. All of him, all of me. Forever and ever and ever.
The pressure inside of me releases, and Farron sits back. “I’m going to fuck your ass now, Sweetheart,” he says, his voice ever the gentleman.
I sit up on my elbows and hold his eyes with a stare. “Take me, Farron. Take all of me.”
He drips oil over his cock, which is already hard again. The liquid shimmers over his length. My heart beats rapidly against my chest. His cock, both glowing with his inner radiance and now shiny with oil, seems worthy of a painting.
Farron positions himself at my entrance, his face right over mine. With his hot breath on my lips and the head of his cock pressing against my rim, my excitement feels ready to explode within me.
Then he captures my mouth with his and pushes into me at the same time. Pain and pleasure burst through me. His cock fills me up completely, my tight canal gripping him with each movement. He bites my lower lip as he thrusts. Every fiber of me blooms with sensation, a feeling of fullness like nothing I’ve ever experienced.
“Okay?” Farron breathes.
“Okay,” I breathe back.
His hands tremble as they run over my breasts, and I notice his eyes nearly rolling back in his head.My bodydoes that to him.My body!
Because he is my mate, and we are made for one another. This piece of myself I thought too intimate to ever offer was so easy to give to him. He is my refuge and always has been. Since the moment I came to Castletree and saw him there in the prison, I knew he was my haven. I tried to rescue him then and have never stopped trying. Now, with each pump inside of me, I feel like he’s rescuing me from the darkness that was threatening to overtake me earlier.
“Your ass feels so fucking good, Sweetheart,” he moans. “This ismine. You are mine.”
Hunger rages in my chest, and I run scratches down his back. “Harder, Fare. Harder!”
He growls and increases his pace. I cry out. My skin grows brighter, reflecting in his golden eyes. His light shines brighter, too, warmth radiating over me. I am on fire, a meteor hurtling toward his earth.
Farron and I have been together so many times now, in so many places. We’ve made love, fucked like animals, and worshiped one another as if we were gods. But this is different—this is a complete surrender of my body to him and I don’t ever want it back.
Farron holds himself up on one arm, then reaches down and strokes my clit. The single electrifying touch combined with the relentless pressure within me sends my body over the edge. I unshackle from reality, my nerves exploding from top to bottom.
“F-Fare!” I manage. “I’m coming.”
His light grows so bright, his features are nothing but wavering mist. “Me too. Where—?”
“Inside me, Fare. I need you inside me!”
My light bursts forth with his, and together, we erupt. Farron cries out. His cock pulses within me, filling me even fuller than I thought possible. His light radiates out in great beams, and my own joins his. I am a bucket of stars, spilling out across the sky.
The world seems suspended in a breath. Farron’s full weight falls over me, his breathing heavy. I wrap my arms around him and take in the scent of his skin.
We stay like that for a few minutes, hazy with ecstasy. Farron starts to untether from me with a few sloppy kisses that send me into a fit of laughter again. I miss his touch instantly as he gets up, but he’s back soon enough with a warm, wet towel.
After cleaning up, Farron dresses me in a pair of his pajamas. Something about his soft striped trousers and shirt is so much comfier than my own. He pulls me back into bed with him, and I lie on his chest.
My light has puttered out, my control of magic nowhere near as nuanced as his, but his skin still has a subtle glow.
I trace my fingers over his bare chest. My own living starlight.
He kisses my brow. “So,” he whispers, “what do we do next, Rosie?”
“We keep going,” I say back.
One heartbeat at a time.
