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He was hard from the moment she straddled him. The little sounds she made as he finished the last of the buttons only served to enflame him further. When he was done, he pulled the dress over her head in one swift movement, leaving her in her corset, bloomers, and stockings. “No chemise?” he asked, palming her perfect, bare breasts.

“No chemise,” she said, arching her back as he lowered his lips to worship her breasts, taking time to fully explore each one. When her breathing grew ragged, he paused and unhooked her stockings from her garters. Then he untied her corset.

“Take it off,” he ordered, and she stood up and removed her corset and bloomers so that she was naked except for her stockings. When she started to roll them down, he said, “Stop. Keep them.”

Smiling, she returned to the bed, straddling him once again. “My turn. You’re wearing too many clothes.”

She unbuttoned his shirt, then his pants, then his union suit, following fingers with lips. After kissing her way down his chest, she licked the tip of his cock as it sprang free, and he nearly jumped out of his skin.

“Christ, Rory. You’re driving me wild.”

With a sly grin, she crawled backward and pulled off his pants and sock and then his union suit, peeling it over the cast.

Straddling him once again, she said, “Hank, I need you.” His cock jumped at her words. Reaching between her folds, he found her soaking wet. She rocked against his hand as he made her dance—slowly at first and then quicker. He needed to see her pleasure. It was everything to him at that moment. She was everything—the love of his life, the siren of his dreams. Nothing compared to the sight of her trembling at his touch, utterly at his mercy.

She writhed and moaned, gyrating against him as he teased and tormented her sensitive bud, driving her higher and higher until she was begging for him.

“Give me more.” Oh, God. Her face as she said those words. Enflamed lips parted, eyes filled with fire. She whimpered as he slid in one finger and then the other, curling them to touch the spot that he knew drove her mad. She was almost there. Just a little bit more and…

She cried out, shaking and quivering, as he felt the pulsation of her release on his fingers. “I want you inside me.”

His cock wanted inside of her too, but he forced himself to pause.

“Before we start, do you want me to pull out or stay when I come?”

“Stay. Please,” she said with a sweet smile.

“With pleasure,” he said, laying back. “I’m all yours, princess.”

She climbed on top of him and took his cock in hand, coating him in her juices before sliding down onto him. As she took him in, his eyes rolled back in his head. She felt so fucking good. His wife. His partner forever. “I love you, Rory,” he groaned.

“I love you too, Hank,” she said as she began to move. Once again, he felt the electric connection between the two of them. Every movement she made shot through every one of his extremities, and he could feel her body responding to him. In that moment, he lost track of where his body ended and hers began. They were one body, one soul, moving together, taking each other to greater and greater heights. They flew through the heavens, soaring above the clouds and up to the stars. A white heat consumed him as he felt the spasms of her fruition, and he exploded like a shooting star, falling through the sky.

She slid to his side and curled against him. “I love you,” she whispered against his chest.

“I love you too,” he whispered back.

As he lay beside her, his whole life came into focus, the risks he’d taken, the path he’d chosen. There was no need to run from it anymore. She loved him. He didn’t need danger to fill the empty place in his heart. He didn’t need to flee love because of the dangers he’d chosen. He could simply love and be loved for who he was. He was home at last.

EPILOGUE

“Ma, Kate, it’s so good to see you,” Rory yelled after they parked the Jenny behind the barn. It had been eight months since the wedding, and they were in Michigan at last. A brisk April breeze blew as they took off their caps, goggles, and flying suits. Rory was delighted to get her first view of the Michigan farm at long last.

“I still can’t believe your father-in-law gave you an airplane as a wedding gift,” Ma said to Hank.

“Neither can I,” he answered.

Two boys came running out of the house yelling “Uncle Hank, Uncle Hank!”

“Can you show us the airplane, Uncle Hank?” asked the older boy.

“Pete, I swear you’ve grown at least a foot since I last saw you,” Hank said.

“I growed too,” said the younger boy. “Papa says I’m four feet.”

“Amazing, Tom! Keep growing like that, and you’re going to catch up with your brother,” said Hank.

“No, he won’t,” said Pete. “I’ll always be taller.”