Page 115 of The Love Position

Isaac could no longer keep his eyes open as he tumbled into his climax. It shattered through every cell, breaking them apart until he was reduced to a collection of glittering particles.

As he collapsed onto Sophia, her pussy continued contracting, milking him dry. She clung to him, holding him in place as she gasped for air.

His own breath was ragged, his body still pulsing with light and pleasure.

Shifting to the side of Sophia so she could breathe more freely, Isaac gazed at her. Iridescent light still shimmering around her like phosphorescence. Tracing his finger across her skin, the colours swirled around his touch, eddies of energy in all the colours of the rainbow.

He’d spent nearly a third of his life in search of a deeper connection with himself and the universe, and now he’d found even more than he could have ever imagined in the most unlikely of circumstances.

Sophia was smiling at him, her expression radiant. Raising his hand, Isaac pressed his palm against hers. Light pulsed between them.

‘It’s so beautiful,’ she whispered. ‘I can’t believe it’s there all the time, but we can’t see it.’

‘I’ve only ever seen it twice. And both times were with you.’

Intertwining her fingers with his, she brought their clasped hands to her lips and kissed his knuckles. ‘I never thought it was possible to feel this way, to experience what we just have. Will it always be like this?’

Reaching forward, he kissed her hand. ‘I don’t know if we’ll always have a tantric experience, but the physical one was enough to blow my mind. And I know it will keep getting better and better.’

A line appeared between her brows. ‘It’s going to be really difficult being back at the ashram and not being able to touch you.’

He dropped his head to her shoulder. ‘I know. It’s going to be the hardest thing I’ve ever done.’ He nuzzled up her neck. ‘But it won’t be for long. And then nothing can keep us apart.’

Sighing happily, her lips found his.

Isaac sank into Sophia’s kiss. Two more weeks. That was all.

Then their lives together could start.

20

‘Where’s the ferry?’ Sophia asked as she stood with Isaac on the dock.

He frowned at the churning sargassum and slate-grey water. ‘I don’t know.’

Still holding her hand, he took out his phone, then held it to his ear.

She squinted at the horizon. ‘Is that it?’

He followed her gaze. ‘I’m not sure. I think your eyes are better than mine.’

No-one picked up his call, and a couple of minutes later the shape in the distance got close enough for her to make out the ashram speedboat.

Sophia gave Isaac’s hand a squeeze, then dropped it, moving a foot away from him. The space between them felt brutal, like a chasm ripped into the ground after an earthquake.

His eyes held hers as silent words of love, reassurance and patience passed between them more easily than breath. Her stomach was already beginning to tighten, tendrils of anxiety stretching up to wrap around her lungs.

Just breathe. It’s okay.

But the stench of the sargassum made her nauseous.

‘Do you want to sit?’ Isaac asked, concern creasing his brow.

Sophia nodded and lowered herself onto the wooden bench, splaying her fingers on her thighs to stop them clenching into fists.

Ganapati pulled up alongside the dock in the speedboat and threw Isaac the bow line.

‘Where’s the ferry?’ Isaac asked. ‘And how did the island cope last night?’

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