Page 31 of Twins for the Enemy

He offers me his hand. As I take it, stepping away from the dress, his rough callouses contrast against my smoother skin.

While his hands will always bring me to life, they also remind me of how they reconstructed our house and cradled our children.

It’s almost absurd for him to ask me to marry him because his hands are always building our future.

As he kisses me, he pulls me up into his arms. I wrap my legs around his waist. My hands lock behind his neck. He shifts his grip to my ass. I smile against his kiss, our foreheads touching against each other.

I look down. “You’re standing in the lilacs.”

“They were meant to be jasmine,” he says. “It reminded me of you. They were worried it’d choke the tree, so they changed it to lilacs. I don’t think they expect to keep them around. It’s just for us.”

“In that case, put me down, so we can crush the rest of them.”

He lowers me down slowly, my hair swinging under me before it falls like a puddle around my head. The lilacs and soil aren’t as soft as our sheets, but it’s more lush than I expect.

One of the recessed lights is close to my head. As Kieran lies over me, it casts a light on half of his face. It makes me want to make up excuses to touch every inch of him, to see where the light reaches and where I can bring it out of him.

The buttons of his shirt slip out so easily that I’m able to unbutton it with one hand as he plants a row of kisses from my wrist to right above my elbow.

The strapless bra comes off even faster. His hands run over my breasts, kissing the curve of them as they rise and fall with my breath. He gazes at my body like it’s the first time he’s seen it—like I’m something sacred.

His erection rubs against my hip while he kicks off his shoes. I keep my hand at the back of his neck, despite the urgent throb between my thighs .

His chest muscles flex as he reaches down to pull off his pants. It still catches my breath every time I see him. He’s more broad than those pretty boys on TV, but it’s the muscle that ripples across his abs and smooths over his chest. It’s a man that has the power to do what he wants.

He slides down and kisses my inner thighs, my kneecaps, and the small scar on my calf. He pulls off my heels and kisses the tops of my feet.

It’s ticklish enough that a giggle escapes as he tosses my panties aside. He drapes over me again, his mouth cutting off my laugh, but I’m still smiling, and I can feel his smile too.

His hands slide into my hair, a light grasp on it like he wants to hold it without restraining me.

His face nuzzles against my neck, his warm breath steaming against my skin, as the tip of his cock rubs over my slit. I raise my hips, and he slides one hand under my ass, holding it so tightly that I know I’ll find fingerprints in the morning.

When he thrusts into me, the air leaves my lungs.

Pain flashes through me as my body accommodates him, but it’s quickly forgotten as his cock strokes against parts of me that have been dormant since we had sex this morning. He keeps my ass raised, his grip still tight on it, as he drives into me.

He presses his mouth against mine, his lips opening my lips.

As the warmth of his tongue slips between my teeth, I almost bite it as his body slides against my clit.

The scent of lilacs becomes stronger, as if the movements of our bodies are triggering their fragrance, and the contrast as Kieran thrusts into me makes everything more intense.

He starts to slow down. His hand runs over my hip, his eyes following the gesture, filled with admiration. He draws his name from my hip to my ribs as he grinds up against me, the friction against my clit making my fingertips dig into the dirt under the oak tree.

As he moves in me, my breath is caught in my throat, and the only thing keeping me alive is when he presses against my clit with enough pressure that it makes me inhale again. It’s a slow torture that I’d beg for again and again.

He pulls my thighs up. There’s a small strain, but as his thrusts pick up again, it’s forgotten. We’ve had to be so quiet when having sex with the twins around, but now the sounds of our bodies colliding and the noises coming out of us are impossible to silence.

“I love you,” he breathes against my ear. My leg adjusts lightly underneath him, his cock hitting exactly the right spot now.

“I love you,” I say. He pulls back to look at me. When I press my fingers against his cheek, traces of dirt are left behind.

I grip onto him, my arm reaching as far as it can around his back as I bury my face in his shoulder, bracing for the rush of pleasure I know is coming.

These sensations are more than tidal waves.

And it does. I must have died from the world exploding because my body is overtaken by ascension.

I’m outside of my body. I only know I’m a quivering mess on earth because I’m still tied to Kieran, and with one more thrust, I hear him hiss my name before he comes inside me.

Several minutes pass before Kieran settles down beside me. Sweat from his forehead creates a crest over my left breast. I turn to look over at him. His eyes are closed and his breaths are steady, but from the hint of a smile, I know he’s still awake.

“I remember when we met,” I say. “You told me I came out of nowhere.”

“You did,” he says, one eye opening. “I believe that even more now.”

“I was just lost,” I murmur. “You gave me something solid to hold onto.”

He touches my cheek. “You’ve always been solid. I just made sure you didn’t disappear.”

I rest my head on his chest.

Above me, a ring glints in the light—delicate diamonds shaped like leaves and a blossom in the center.

“That’s the one,” I whisper.

He doesn’t look at the ring. He’s looking at me.

“Yes,” he says softly. “Yes, she is.”

THE END.