I gripped his pecs and rubbed the firefin tattoos. I kissed the spiral tribal tattoos and clawed at their beauty. He gripped my hair and pulled my head up to him so he could devour my mouth with his, then he released my hair to bring his hands down and smacked my ass hard with both his hands. I gasped and then giggled.
“Are you ready to ride me this time?”
I nodded. I opened my mind to him, ready to feel that telepathic connection, that Destin connection. Wanting to feel that exhilarating flood of sparks and electricity.
And there it was… I pressed my fingertips into his chest and an explosion of rockets burst through my body, like black holes folding space-time, like the moons controlling the tides. Lights rippled under our skin, a lighting show that lit up the whole room.
I gasped and situated myself just over him, playing with the tip of his hard cock against my clit. He gasped, too, staring at me, grabbing at my breasts as they swung free. He pinched my nipples and fire burned through me, a quest for a flame that I wanted to keep lit forever.
I gently set the tip inside me and let it go in and out, in and out. His eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned. Then I pivoted onto his body more, holding onto his hips, I took a deep breath, preparing myself, my heart beating furiously… I slowly eased all the way down… I moaned in complete ecstasy as he filled me up entirely.
He grabbed my arms, moaning, and pushed me down even further onto him. I screamed out his name.
I moved up and forward, gyrating with him inside me, my clit rubbing against him, driving myself crazy. In and out, slamming down.
“I’m so close, I’m so close already!”
I kept going, faster and faster, not knowing what I was doing, just knowing the way he clenched the blankets and his head rolled and he moaned had to be a good thing, and then he seized up, his abs tightening, his whole body taut and gorgeous, and I felt him cum, flooding me, and I spasmed together with him, stunned that it could hit me so suddenly and at the same time and I reeled over onto his chest, out of breath, shaking from the shock, numb, out of control, shuddering, clenching so tight, and he gripped my back, breathing into my ear….
“I love you, Ceritha…”
I froze inside, my hands spread out, eyes wide, pulse rate beating fast. Tiny tendrils clawed at my heart, making me want to run, to flee, but he was still inside me, our sweat-slicked bodies held snugly together, and he seemed to sense it and he held me tight against his chest.
“I love you, Ceritha… I know you feel it, too. I can read your mind. You’re my Destin, and you don’t have to say it, yet, but I know you feel it, too. You’re mine and I’m yours.”
I couldn’t stop the fast heart rate, but I let him slide out of me and I focused on the supreme feeling of happiness filling me. I knew he was right. I knew he was right… I loved him, too… I would tell him, sometime… Soon. I would tell him. At least he knew it already. I didn’t have to say it, yet.
I held tightly to him and we listened to each other breathe and he brushed my hair against my head as the cool salt wind came in through the window and I let myself feel safe and loved and home.
This Commander of Farian was my home.
Nineteen
Axis
It was the day of the Declaration Ceremony for Ceritha to be an official Princess of the Bristola Oceans. The last week, since the pirate attack, had been the most mesmerizing of my life. Granted, I had had to take care of a lot of Princely matters, preparing plans to fix the parts of the city that had been destroyed, figuring out how to get ship wreckage out of our harbor before it caused major blockages, assessing damage to our air force, and attending far too many funerals. But it had also been amazing to see Ceritha let herself fall in love with me.
She still, occasionally, had a streak of rebellion against it, wondering why she was giving herself to a Curan. Then she remembered that there was nothing better in her life than the Destin connection that she had somehow been lucky enough to stumble into with me.
I did the same thing.
Just a week ago, I had been cursing Kajo for sending me to Serpul to fetch an alliance bride, with the full intention to do it for the benefit of my Bristola Oceans only, hoping that she would turn out to be, at the very least, spirited and fun, but not difficult and ornery. Instead, she turned out to be my Destin and my beloved.
I was head over heels for the red-headed, blue-eyed passionate warrior activist who was finding a cure to the blue flu and finding a way to get me to smile every day more than I had in my entire life.
Today, we were walking down the throne hall and declaring her a Princess of Bristola. It wasn’t really a marriage ceremony. It was the alliance ceremony. There would be a much bigger wedding celebration with her family from Serpul in a few weeks, but this was at least fanfare for the people of Bristola, who needed a bit of celebration after the pirate attack and somber funeral pyres.
Ceritha looked absolutely beautiful. She was wearing a dress
