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“Well, tell him I’m jealous. This shit is not an adventure, and it’s not fun. It’s terrifying and awful and I fucking hate it.”

“I know, honey.Believeme, I know.” She sighs. “You’d better get off the line, now, babe.”

“I know.”

“I love you. Your dad loves you. Uncle Harry and all the others love you. Just stay safe and do whatever you have to, and I promise they’ll find you and extract you soon. Okay?”

“Love you, Mom.”

I end the call, toss the phone aside.

Apollo is lights out, snoring.

I sit on the bed beside him, and I think, ears open but mind wandering, the man I love slumbering beside me.

15

Completion

I’m not sure I’m awake, at first.

Dreaming?

A fantasy?

Am I still in the cell, waiting for Spaulding to come back?

No, details of the escape return in jumbles and snatches.

So what’s happening?

Something feels…amazing.

I wake up, eyes opening, and see Corinna lying across the bed, her face on my belly, my cock in her mouth.

“Hmmm?” I’m half asleep. “Rin?”

She smiles up at me, and her smile in that moment is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Like a sunrise. Like a field full of wildflowers. “Hi, you.”

“What a way to wake up.”

She runs her hands up my belly and over my chest, reaching for my face; she swings astride me as she does so, her movements slow and sensual. Her hands cradle my face and her lips touch mine with feathery gentility, and her soft heavy warm breasts drape against my chest; her sex is a V against my belly, my erection pressing against her thigh. I caress her soft warm silky skin from ass to shoulder, then bury my hand in her hair and pull her in for a harder kiss, a more demanding fusion of mouths, of souls. I taste her, lose myself in her, aching for her, desperate to escape into her warmth.

Her arms go underneath my neck, hands splaying against the back of my head. She whimpers into my kiss, writhing her sex against me. With an erotic lift of her hips, she brings my cock to her entrance, and then with a wiggle and a twist, notches me inside her. I lift my hips, groaning at the bliss of her sex around me, and she drives down and I surge into her, sheathing my cock fully within her in a single slow thrust.

“Ohfuck, Apollo,” she gasps. “You feel so fucking good inside me.”

“Home…” I murmur, breath on her cheek, lips on her ear. “This is home. Inside you, united with you.”

We just move together, then, slowly, perfectly. No words, no desperation, just body on body, breath against breath, a delicious slide and an aching fullness. She moans, and I gasp.

I need to be deeper.

I roll, putting her on her back, and move up to my knees; she knows what I need, and shifts with me, hooking her knees over my shoulders. She guides me back inside her, and I thrust home, groaning as I drive so deep it aches beautifully. Her mewling gasp is breathless, then.

“Touch yourself,” I tell her. “I’m going to come, and I want you to come with me.”

She fits her fingertips to her sweet pussy, circling her clit, and now her hips begin to writhe, her arousal already rising, already on fire, so it takes a few quick brushes to send her to the edge. I move slowly, rhythmically, fucking into her as deep as I can, relishing in each slow inch, watching rapt as her perfect, beautiful pussy swallows my cock.