her lips hard against his, her tongue thrusting into his mouth, and his dick stiffened.
A little voice shouted in his head that they didn’t have time for this. He shut it down. They might never have time for this again. He needed it, and he was guessing she needed it more. An affirmation of life in the midst of so much death.
He cupped her face in his hands, deepened the kiss, then slid his hands down her throat, over her shoulders. He kissed her neck and she moaned. Gripping the hem of her T-shirt, he dragged it over her head. Her nipples were hard and he ran his palms over them, then down over her stomach. He flicked open the buttons on her jeans and pushed them down as she kicked off her boots. And she was naked and alive and the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. And likely they were going to die.
Love never worked out well for him, but in that moment, he realized that it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but this moment of connection, this intense feeling of belonging that gripped at his heart.
He sank to his knees and kissed the soft pale skin of her belly, the blond curls at the base, and felt her hands stroke at his hair, hold him to her. He got back to his feet because his dick was hard, and he needed to be inside of her, and they were running out of time.
He kissed her again, heat filling him as her fingers fumbled at his waist. Not fast enough, and he pushed her hands aside, unfastened his pants, and his dick sprang free. He groaned as her hands clasped him and his head went back. She squeezed and he groaned again.
He nipped her neck, then licked her skin as he cupped her ass in his hands and lifted her slightly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he backed her up against the smooth bark of a tree. Staring into her eyes, he shifted her in his arms, positioning himself at the entrance to her body. Then with one sharp thrust, he filled her and for a minute he stood, still staring into her face, holding himself still, savoring the sensation of being deep inside her.
“I love you,” she whispered. “Thank you.”
“I love you, too.”
Her eyes glowed. He moved then, and her muscles tightened around his dick, trying to hold him inside her. He tightened his grip on her ass as he pushed back in, grinding against her and her eyes widened, a shiver running through her. He pulled out, loving the drag of her tight flesh against him. Then in again, rotating his hips, and her head went back. He repeated the action, watching the pulse fluttering in her throat. He could feel the tension rising inside her, her legs gripping him as she pushed herself against him. One more time and she broke apart as shudders coursed through her body.
He released his control then. Burrowing his head in the side of her throat as he pounded into her, each thrust carrying him higher and higher, until the last one forced him over the top and he was coming, falling. He lifted his head so he could see her face as he tumbled and know that she was there to catch him.
“I love you.”
For long minutes, they stood wrapped around each other, his cock still buried deep inside her, their hearts beating in time.
He lowered her gently to the ground, then kissed her softly.
“I always wanted to fly,” she said. “That’s better than flying.”
“Much better.” He kissed her again, then eased out of her and a look of sadness flashed through her eyes. “We have to go,” he said.
“I know.”
He fastened his pants, then leaned against the tree and watched as she pulled her clothes on. “We’re already late for the rendezvous with Rico and Dylan.” As she finished dressing, he held out his hand. She slid her palm into his as he drew his wand. Her eyes widened. “Hold on,” he said.
And she did.
Chapter Forty-One
“Punctuality is the politeness of kings.”
—Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo
They materialized in the tunnels.
Destiny blinked, her gaze settling on the two figures directly in front of them. Rico and Dylan.
Milo was getting better at controlling his magic.
Her body still throbbed from the aftermath of their lovemaking. It had been the most beautiful experience of her life. And she supposed her next thought should be that now she could die