“Don’t, or this ends quicker than we’d like,” he muttered.
She laughed sensuously in his ear.
He used one hand to move down between their bodies and adjust the way. With their eyes locked on each other, he surged forward.
“Oh!” she breathed. “Yes. Yes. Oh yes, Pell.”
He pulled back only slightly, making sure she was okay, until she flexed her inner vaginal muscles and squeezed him. His eyes rolled back and he thrust again into her, going deeper.
Emmarie met his thrusts with sharp jabs of her pelvis, up and down. Sweat poured from their bodies. Their breathing turned harsh, staccato. His thrusts became deeper, harder as he pushed his cock in and out. She moaned as his onslaught propelled her up and down in a blur, causing his hands to hold onto her hips to hold her steady.
God, she had missed him, missed this. In this moment, she and Raiden were one being, one soul. She knew him, understood him beyond words, beyond the stars and heavens and everything else that made up this universe.
Time apart had been too long. There had been so much that had happened that she couldn’t hold on, couldn’t make this last longer. She fell first, mewling as the dam burst and her cream ran. Her inner muscles once again flexed, milking the hard cock rooted deep inside her. Raiden let out his own harsh groan as he climaxed with her, pouring himself deep inside.
He collapsed on top of her, his heart thundering alongside hers. They wrapped each other in their arms and simply held on, no words were needed. And she knew that he had felt the same as she, that they were bound together by more than love.
Their souls were mated.
Epilogue
Logan’s trial wasn’t held to big fanfare or even to an open courtroom. He stood before a handful of those he betrayed, including Willoughbee, Raiden, Pikon, Leona, and Emmarie. The Durians were a neutral third party who heard not only reports of what he’d done and how he did it, but also why. In his own words, Logan took the stand and told his story.
And then Emmarie took the stand, amid the surprise of many. She’d become something of a folk legend to many Durians and whispers circulated through the room until the High Lord ordered silence. And she did what she did best. She told a story, talking about Medea who had helped Jason find the Golden Fleece with the promise that if she did so, he would take her with him and marry her. And though he did take her away, he fell out of love with her and betrayed her. In retaliation, Medea did hurtful, awful things. She segued into spotlighting Logan as Medea and the Unarians as the true villains, seducing someone who was lonely and depressed.
In the end, Logan was sentenced to a Durian jail, sparing his life. He vowed that he would do everything in power to make it up to the people of Sparta. Raiden hadn’t said anything about her defense of Logan and she hoped he understood why she did what she did. Yes, he was the cause of much pain, including her own, but the human heart was designed for forgiveness and carrying around hatred and anger chipped away at a happy life.
She placed a hand on her gently rounded stomach.
“Are you all right?” Raiden asked her as they waited for their transport that would take them home to Sparta.
“The baby and I are fine,” she replied. She bit her lip. “You’re not mad at me, are you?”
“No. Why would I be?”
“For what I said in the courtroom.”
He was silent for a moment. His hand held hers, big and warm and protective, and his thumb absently caressed the patch of skin on her wrist.
“I understood,” he finally said. “All of us are somewhat to blame. We should have seen his isolation, his inability to adapt. And I didn’t help matters, of course, but that was because I was jealous of him.”
“Jealous? Why?”
“Because you both came from the same place, with memories I couldn’t relate to. He saved you on that Merloni ship and communicated with you in a way I couldn’t.”
She cupped his face. “Right from the start my heart recognized you, Pell. Logan was only ever a friend.”
He smiled tenderly. “I know. I was still jealous.” He leaned over and kissed her lightly on the lips. “By the way, I have a very important question to ask you.”
“Oh? What is it?”
And then, right there in the busy port, he got down on one knee, looked up at her, and pulled a ring from his pocket. “There are many customs that were handed down verbally from our ancestors who came from Earth. So I hope I get this right. Emmarie Tice…do you have a middle name?”
She nodded, tears of happiness welling up in her eyes. “Amanda.”
“Emmarie Amanda Tice, would you do the honor of becoming my wife?”
She stared into his eyes and answered the passionate cry of her heart. “Oh yes.”
He stood and swept her against him, his mouth crashing down onto hers in a kiss that made the world disappear. She’d finally found where she belonged and it was right in his arms.
THE END
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I am a full-time writer and stay at home mom which means I watch a lot of animated movies. Over and over again. I hate washing dishes but I love cooking. I hate washing clothes but I love wearing them. I try to write characters who aren’t cookie cutters. I push myself to write complicated situations that I have no idea how to resolve, forcing me to think outside the box. Music inspires me and each story their own signature song. I hate people who don’t pick up their dog’s crap in public places, people who don’t use turn signals, and I really hate people who are rude and condescending. I especially hate discrimination in all and every form. The perfect place on earth is sitting in a bookstore and my heaven would be a library that never runs out of books. I love to hear from readers. I’m really easy to find on Facebook or Twitter or email me at: [email protected].
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