Page 149 of Hostile Saint

I quickly added another finger and moved them in and out, relishing the feel of her quivering walls. Breathing so hard, her channel and her words begged me for more. Watching her drench my fingers, I continued to stroke in and out, giving pressure where needed.

“T-Tate…” she moaned in need.

Letting myself believe my dick was my fingers, I hovered over her again while mercilessly working her core. I knew this pussy well and gave it what it needed to release.

I also knew her heart and how much it was connected to that wet channel. That’s why I slammed my lips to hers. Her orgasmic cry vibrated inside my mouth, driving me wild with desire.

When she was complete, I was as desperate for air as she was. Forehead to forehead, together, we took many needed breaths.

Pulling my fingers from inside her, I carefully licked them clean and then placed them on the nape of her neck, holding her still, needing her to hear me. “I love you.”

Adoringly, she nodded. “Be with me.”

Here it was. The moment I was going to sink inside my wife.

“Evermore,” is what I whispered as my hips surged into the warmth made of our dreams.

In that quiet room at Serenity, I kissed her, I fucked her, I loved her.

Every stroke better than the last, my body shook. It panted. It possessed.

Then it shuddered a release I would treasure for the rest of my life.

Did it end there? No.

That ravenous woman grabbed a hold of my ass, demanding more.

I delivered… until we both came again.

This time, her tears weren’t of pain or caused by a cruel life that had forced her to suffer.

This time, her tears glistened with the joy we brought each other, on a level I can’t believe many ever reach.

She smiled, more tears falling. “Only happy ones.”

Yin and Yang.

Good and bad.

Lacey and Tate.

“Yes, only happy ones,” Hold on, baby, it’s time… “Lacey.”

As her true name sunk in, she lay under me, blinking…

The sun that my toes would touch every morning, that is what her remembering looked like. It was as if her mind was reaching out and touching those rays of warmth. A glow took over her whole face as tears refilled her eyes. “T-Tate?”

Sex had stolen my breath, but her recognizing me filled my lungs with air—with life. “Lace?”

Naked, bare, and raw, tears spilled as she nodded. “I remember. I remember.”

Even though I had just been inside her physically, we now were truly together in spirit.

It felt like I had finally found my long-lost best friend. “Oh my God.”

Her arms flew around my neck as she cried so hard. “I remember. Tate, I know you. I really know you.”

We held each other with such adoration, I was sure I would never release her. “My Pretty Girl, I missed you so fucking bad.”