“I need to tell youthis.” I forced clarity to my head despite all my blood running south. “Six years ago, you were taken, and instead of following you right away, I stayed back to save our home from my own flames. When I saw what happened in our bedroom, I was so devastated that I caught it all on fire. And I couldn't bear to see it burn.” Tears began streaming down my cheeks as I finally confessed my sins. “Ibrought you to Virylan in the first place, and when they took youIdelayed your rescue. I am so,so, sorry, Faeryn. I can never make up for all the life that you lost because of my failures.”
Her kissing stopped, and I assumed the worst. She lost her past because of me. Those memories she’d been so desperate to get back were gone because ofme. Her delicate thumbs wiped my tears away, and I dared to have hope.
“Could you ever forgive me?” I asked, my voice cracking.
“There’s nothing to forgive,” she whispered, arching her neck to match my gaze. “I love you.” She cupped my jaw, tilting my chin to resume our kiss.
I tasted my tears as our tongues danced, the catharsis of closure salty in my mouth. The weight of the universe was lifted from my shoulders. She knew our story, and still chose to sit trustingly in my lap, inviting me into her with every grind against my hips. The need to be one with her was overpowering. I wanted to be baptized in the warm embrace of her body, cleansed of my transgressions, free after being caged by regret for so long.
“I need you inside of me.”
“Anything you want,” I murmured.
“Where are your gloves?” Her chest rose and fell in heavy breaths as she leaned back to gaze into my eyes.
I nodded my head to the backpack resting against the bench. “Front pocket.”
She leaned over and dug out the leather protection. “Give me your hands.”
I obediently removed my hands from under her dress, watching as she slipped the gloves over my fingers herself and snapped the metal around my wrists. With my palm still in her grasp, she planted tiny pecks all over where my fire was most dangerous. A glint of mischief flickered in her eyes before she sucked my thumb into her mouth and curled her tongue around it.
If my erection hadn’t been straining against my trousers before, itcertainlywas now.
“Are you ready to take my cock,wife?” I asked, running my fingers through her cascades of charcoal hair.“Mate”was the more commonly used term on Trebianna, but I wanted her to feel the impact from a word she truly understood. She would come to understand the word mate, in time.
Faeryn grasped at the collar of my shirt in response. Each button was pulled at with clumsy, needy fingers as she began to undress me. Once my chest was exposed, she leaned back to admire my form with panting breaths. I used the opportunity to unfasten my pants, pulling my length free to rest at her entrance.
“I’m always ready to be filled by myhusband,” she replied.
Warmth filled my chest.
“Sit down and claim what’s yours,” I purred, running a finger across her cheek. I looked forward to the way I knew her expression would wince in pleasured pain at the intrusion before her body accepted my girth and swallowed me whole. I wanted to feel those adorable facial muscles melt under my fingertips as they embraced pleasure.
She had always been so tight for me, even after I mated her multiple times in one night. Soon, I would recreate those memories for her. My tip was being coated in her arousal, and it only took a moment for the lubricant to assist the head in slipping inside. Her neck craned back, allowing me full access to paint her throat with my tongue as she sank down. Each swell of my cock had the same moment of resistance before our hips finally became flush against each other.
“Oh, Fae.” I leaned my cheek into her hair. “You take me so well.”
“Youfillme so well.” She leaned her head into my chest.
“Tell me when you’re ready to move.” I didn’t want this to be kinky. I wanted her to relax, feel cared for, know she was loved. I wanted her cunt to adjust to my size, remembering how well we fit together. We were made for each other.
“Fuck me.”
I gripped her ass and slowly lifted her up my cock, my body immediately missed the heat of her core. We nuzzled into each other, the steam of our breath mingling, forming that beautifully smoky floral scent I craved. My tip was all that remained of our physical connection for a moment, but it felt like our souls were remembering what it was like to be one.
Her fingers dug into my shoulders as I lowered her back onto my lap, sinking into her inch by inch. She moaned into my skin and I joined her as my chest vibrated with contentment. Itwas going to be a long journey to the island, and I intended to spend as much of it inside my beautiful mate as possible.
“Graysen?” she whispered, her legs wrapping around my hips.
“Yes?”
“Do we want children?”
I froze halfway through lifting her back up my cock. “You tell me what you want from this life, and I’ll gladly give it to you.”
Wehadwanted children, but much had happened since those discussions. Faeryn deserved the chance to make that decision for herself again. She was the same female, but much had changed. I wouldn’t hold her to the mindsets of the past.
“I think I want kids eventually.” I slid her back down to take all of me, desperate to feel her full embrace during this discussion. “Are we able to have them? I kind of assumed since we're different species...”
