Page 47 of Emerald Flame
She lifted her arms and surrounded him so that he felt the current arcing from one hand to the other.
He released her throat and moved into her in deep, heavy thrusts.
Her lips were swollen, her silvery eyes gleaming.
“Kiara.”
“Oh, Warren.”
He crashed his lips down on hers as another roll of thunder tore through the forest. Another downpour. Another baptism. All the battle’s grime was being washed away.
He released a second time with Kiara’s arms wrapped tightly round him. His storm rolled once more and sent sparks everywhere, which the rain carried harmlessly away and into the pine needles of the forest floor.
As he began to come down from the heights, the rain lessened. He felt worn to the bone but so relaxed he never wanted to leave her.
One of her hands grazed his back in a gentle back and forth motion.
“That’s nice,” he said.
“So is your cock buried inside me.”
He loved how she talked to him. She was unashamed, appreciative, game. She was open.
The warm monsoon rain diminished rapidly then ceased.
“Warren.” Her fingers still trailed over his back.
“What?” He’d almost said, ‘What, my love?’ But he’d caught himself in time.
“I know this is a stolen season,” she said, “But it’s amazing, isn’t it? I mean, we’re doing this together, right? The storms and the waves of power and pleasure? It’s not just you or me?”
He lifted up, levitating so he stayed connected. He wanted to look at her. “Yes. It’s both of us. How we are together.”
“What do you think it means?”
He grinned suddenly. “We have chemistry.”
She laughed. She’d never looked more beautiful. Her eyes were brown once more. He’d come to love their color.
She touched his face. “We should stay blind, you know. Not see too much, not think too much.”
He knew what she meant, what she was suggesting. He could feel it in his bones that if either of them mentally deciphered what was happening right now, they’d both walk away.
He didn’t want to. At least not yet. “We’ll take our stolen season.”
