“Ma chatte. Mon corps. Ma femme. Mon c?ur. Ma vie.” My pussy. My body. My woman. My heart. My life.
His words tip me into a free fall, another orgasm paralyzing me, overpowering me until I burst into fast breaths with the rush. Rippling with aftershocks, he dips his head, kissing me frantically, thick lips brushing over every inch of exposed skin before he sucks my silk-covered breast into his mouth, pulling down the material to suck the other. He begins to shake above me, his kisses becoming frantic, his fucking just as hurried as if we’re running out of time.
His chest glistens with a thin sheen of sweat as he ravages me, unrelenting, until I feel the shift, feel him falter. I kiss his Adam’s apple as he swallows a grunt and scoops me beneath my arms to cup my shoulders, hands spread over my wings as our chests brush.
“I’m sorry,” he croaks softly, slowing, gently rolling into me, capturing my mouth and thrusting his tongue to match his pace. It’s then I taste the salt in his kiss, as desperate sounds begin to pour out of him. My eyes sting as I try my best to soothe him.
“Tobias,” I murmur as he lowers his mouth peppering apologetic kisses along my neck.
“Je t’ai perdue,” I lost you, he rasps out as he lifts his head, the rawness in his gaze grabs hold of me, fisting my heart so tightly I whimper at the loss of the last of the protection I held so dear. This isn’t fucking or making love. It’s the reunification of two souls ripped apart at the peak of discovery. And I know that’s what he feels now as awareness flows between us and we again become one, leaving no trace any space existed.
We move together effortlessly as he trembles above me, gripping the edge of the mattress and rocking into me with deep thrusts—filling me again and again as he murmurs his love, his devotion, his apologies. I map his chest before running my fingers along his biceps. His eyes no longer search but probe deeper into me, navigating easily to the place inside only he is capable of reaching.
The renewed connection between us feels molecular, and it hurts as it heals. I’m certain that if God granted me only one minute of life on this earth, I would want it to be this minute, this moment with him, where I know exactly why I’m alive and who for.
Gazing up at the love of my life, I accept him fully back into his place in my heart, giving in to the one thing I’ve never had control of, and never will as long as his own heart beats.
Because it’s mine.
“I love you,” I murmur.
And with one last thrust and my whispered words, he comes.
Tobias cradles me in my clawfoot tub after hours of the most intense sex of my life. He’s already hard despite our last exhausting session where our only words were softly delivered ‘I love yous’ between pleasure-filled moans, grunts, and desperate breaths. We’ve wasted ourselves with our greed while attempting to heal each other with our bodies, lips, and needy hands. When he lifts a warm, soaked rag and runs it along my shoulders, I tilt forward, giving him access, my hands braced on his muscular thighs.
“Do you think we’re cursed?” I ask, and he stills the rag, mulling over my question before running it down the center of my back.
“I think we’re our own worst enemies at times, and we’ve allowed too many outside forces to rip us apart. Me especially.”
“Star-crossed,” I whisper.
“I don’t disagree.”
“What about the other outside forces? Where the hell were our fairy godmothers when we needed them?”
He grunts in agreement. “They did a terrible job.”
“Cupid?” I ask.
“He shot one too many arrows into you.”
“Well, he’s fucking fired too. Did no one show up for us?”
“Non.”