Page 581 of The Luna Duet
My lips pulled back.
My breath turned to grunts.
I fucked her like she was my queen.
I made love to her like she was my ever after.
Because she was.
We were one.
One heart, one soul, one life.
And for the first time in my existence, I didn’t have the cold kiss of a guillotine pressed against my throat. I didn’t fear that she could be taken or horror that I could be stolen.
I was free.
Free in ways I’d never hoped or dreamed for, and I gave this woman everything.
I fucked her hard and deep.
I groaned as she came around my cock, fisting me, milking me, sending me spiralling into heaven.
And when I let go, I roared and quaked and marked her forever as mine.
My wife.
My soulmate.
My home.
* * * * *
“Wakey, wakey.”
I groaned and swatted at something soft poking my cheek.
Comprehension muddied with dreams, doing their best to keep me asleep.
I groaned as something heavy suddenly squashed against my belly followed by a worried whisper-hiss. “No, moonbeam. Don’t touch him when he’s sleeping. He might hurt—”
“Neri?” I blinked and looked down my chest where Nerida lay sprawled sideways over me, her hands locked around a tiny girl’s wrists. A girl with dark eyes, dark hair, pink nightgown, and a stern twist of her lips.
How long had I begged to wake to safety?
How many mornings had I longed to wake with Nerida in my arms only to find the stark, cold walls of a cave?
But now that it’d happened, I fought a dark chuckle.
I was free and back in Nerida’s bed, but this wasn’t quite what I expected.
“Hi.” Neri smiled shyly, still lying over my middle. “I, eh...Ayla tried to wake you up, and I panicked.” Letting her daughter’s—our daughter’s—fists go, she slowly sat up. “I’m used to you being a tad...violent when you wake.”
I sat higher in the sheets and reclined against the pillows. “It’s prudent to protect her from me, and obviously I can’t promise I won’t have another nightmare, but...I’ve lived them all. I have nothing left to haunt me. Nothing else to fear. I’ve let Emre, Jale, Afet, and Melike go. I truly don’t think I’ll wake with that sort of emotional pain again.”
Neri never took her eyes off me. A gleam of wonderful love lit up her blue gaze. “Have I told you I adore you this morning?”
I stretched and drank in my sleep-fuzzy wife. “Have I told you that this is the best morning of my life?”
