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“I was thinking,” Therin spoke low as he hugged her close, “I’m a diplomat. I, of all people, should be able to come up with a solution that’d be pleasing to everyone, right?” With that said, he turned Kianti toward her parents.
Tears sparkled in Kianti’s eyes when she saw them. Unashamed, she cried heavily into her father’s suit coat when he tugged her close.
“You knew I’d have to give my baby away, didn’t you, Kibbie?”
“I’m sorry, Daddy.” She blinked away her tears when he shushed her with a kiss. She looked over at her mother then. “Mommy, I—”
“Shh…it’s time for me to apologize and, baby, I am sorry.” Francina smiled adoringly while toying with the dark tendrils that hung in curls outside the high chignon atop Kianti’s head. “I’ve never been very good at seeing what was right in front of me. So focused on that fragile, beautiful, gifted baby girl of mine, I almost missed out on seeing the beautiful, gifted woman she’d become. And she’s strong as hell, too.”
Kianti laughed amidst her tears.
“You think you can give your old lady another chance?” Francina’s laughter resounded when her daughter pulled her into a powerful embrace.
“I’ve got quite a son-in-law here.” Francina smiled over at Therin while she and Kianti hugged. “He’s definitely got a talent for making people see the light.”
Donald Lawrence leaned close and kissed his wife’s cheek. “He’s not our son-in-law yet, Franki,” he playfully reminded her, and then straightened and offered his arm.
“Shall we?” he asked and then led Kianti to her fiancé.
The ceremony was quiet and lovely. Wren and Francina could be heard throughout the nuptials softly laughing or crying in happiness as the couple spoke their vows and were pronounced husband and wife.
The newlyweds spent their wedding night in Pacifica. The next morning they were scheduled to head out to begin their honeymoon. First stop: an uncharted island in the South Pacific.
Kianti left the bathroom to find her husband asleep in the armchair near the bed.
“A sign of things to come?” she asked, watching him fidget at the sound of her voice.
Therin yawned, but tuned in fast when he saw his wife standing naked before him. Her hair hung loose and thick about her like a dark frame.
Before he could leave the chair, she was settling down over him.
“Mmm-mmm…” She denied his attempts to lift her and squeezed his hands where they curved about her hips. She smiled when her nibbles to his earlobe and the graze of her breast against his chest caused him to melt beneath her. Only one area remained hard and unyielding. She took full advantage. Torturing him slow, she rubbed her bare sex against the cottony soft fabric of his sleep pants. Impossibly, his shaft seemed to firm even more.
Therin moved to free himself, but Kianti pressed his hands to her chest instead. She moved seductively against him, arching her breasts into his palms and moaning soft when the nipples grazed there.
Mere seconds passed and then Therin was including his provocative mouth in the foreplay. Cupping one breast, he captured a nipple and suckled it into a glistening, firm nub of sensation. His thumb encircling the other nipple produced almost the same result. A few seconds of suckling and it produced the same glistening quality.
Kianti was in danger of melting then herself. Preferring to save a lengthier scene for later, she helped herself to what lay beneath Therin’s pants. Tugging on a few snaps freed him instantly.
Therin let his forehead rest on her shoulder when she took him inside her and began to ride him slow. Kianti eased up and down the throbbing length of him, a sense of empowerment welling inside her each time he moaned in response. His nose trailed a path from her shoulder to the seductive rise of her bosom.
Massaging strokes to her back brought her closer to his mouth, nudging her nipples against the provocative curve of his lips. When he captured one, she ceased moving up and down his rigid shaft and rotated herself upon it.
Therin muttered a curse and captured her bottom in an unbreakable grip. Kianti threw back her head and let him take her as he would. He chanted her name harshly near the valley between her bosom. Every savage thrust stoked a groan from each of them. Kianti’s hands fell away from Therin’s broad muscular shoulders and she braced them to either arm of the chair while adding more force behind the surge of her hips.
Beautifully, they reached the plateau of satisfaction in unison. Content and in love, they shared the chair for a long time still intimately connected.
“Thank you,” she murmured later as they cuddled in bed.
