Firefox

“Yes,” she breathed as he snapped his hips faster, almost instinctively knowing what she needed. “Sparrow…”

He groaned in pleasure, shuddered against her, and between harsh breaths said, “Your power…will return soon.”

Chloe tossed her head side to side and cupped the back of his neck to make him meet her eyes. “I don’t even care. I just want you.” And unbidden, the words came. “I love you.”

His tongue slipped out to glide over his bottom lip, and Chloe couldn’t resist it. She rose up enough to capture that tongue between her lips and kiss him, overwhelmed by the need to come around his thick length and feel him lose himself inside her.

“I love you, Chloe,” he said into their kiss.

“Show me,” she breathed. “Fuck me, Sparrow, fuck m—”

Chloe screamed as he bucked forward, deep into her, sending her over the edge of her own orgasm. He felt impossibly huge inside her, and then he bucked again, his shout joining hers as he came.

Pleasure like she’d never known crashed into her, and for a moment Chloe genuinely thought she would lose consciousness. It was pleasure so acute, so focused on every part of her, that it was almost too much to take. She could never have imagined anything feeling that way, and Chloe realized it went beyond even the best orgasm she’d ever had.

Something else was happening.

The fingers of one hand tightened in Sparrow’s hair, and the other clawed at the sheets beneath her, like she needed to hang on to the bed or be swept away on a tide of sheer physical bliss. Despite these two hand-holds, Chloe felt unmoored, as if she’d been launched from the bed, she and Sparrow both, and they floated in some space with no beginning or ending.

Her eyes focused again to see his sparkling green ones staring back. They still lay there, Sparrow buried inside her and flushed from his own pleasure.

Heat between her legs spread upward, outward, down her thighs to her toes, to her fingertips and the top of her head. Another wave of pleasure broke inside her, but this time not from an orgasm. This came from somewhere else.

Sparrow smiled at her, a knowing smile, and whispered, “Do you see now, Chloe?” Tears shimmered in his eyes. “Do you see what you are?”

She didn’t see anything, but she couldn’t say as much. Her body didn’t feel like her own, except the pleasure that kept growing in her center and expanding like a sunburst. It rolled through her, and she had to close her eyes to bear it, her body arching and contracting around him again.

Chapter 16

He spilled deep inside Chloe, coming harder than he’d ever come in his lifetime. Her body gripped him, milking him and ensuring they felt every last bit of pleasure possible.

Sparrow never wanted to leave her side, never wanted to stop touching her, fucking her. But he felt the healing coil outward from within her—her power swelling until it would burst and rain down upon them both.

He reveled in it. “Do you see now, Chloe? Do you see what you are?” He blinked back tears as she closed her eyes, tossed her head back and gasped. Sparrow groaned and rested his cheek against her breast, clinging to her so he could feel every spark of it as she rediscovered what she was.

Her power triggered a change in him, opening him up as he had in her house to reveal the secret parts of himself that he never let anyone else see. A lightning cord rose from her and wrapped around the bolts swirling inside him, dancing in a fiery tango with him until he thought he might lose his mind from the sheer bliss of it.

And then they both slumped onto the bed, panting, his cheek still against her breast, her fingers woven through his hair, unmoving.

Sparrow lifted his face to look at his beautiful goddess. When she opened her eyes, they were wet with tears and bright with an inner light that hadn’t been there before.

“Oh my God,” she breathed in a quavering whisper. “I…I feel so different.”

Sparrow kissed her, nodding. “Because you are. We’ve woken your power, Chloe.”

“What can I do? Things like you?”

Sparrow laughed from pure joy. “Your power is so much stronger than mine. You’ll see. I’ll teach you.”

They curled together, her cheek against his chest this time, as he stroked her thick hair and told her about the wonders of the Twilight, her powers, and how she would never have to worry about another earthly problem ever again.

***

The butterfly flitted around the flowered vine, alighting and lifting off again almost as if teasing them. Chloe sat on the lush grass, naked and cross-legged, concentrating. Sparrow sat next to her, similarly naked. It had taken some convincing before Chloe would step outside with no clothes on, but Sparrow had finally made her see that no one else inhabited this particular place, and people in the Twilight tended to keep to themselves. They communed with the nature and the animals, and rarely made social calls.

Especially since Sparrow’s mother had been banished there. People kept their distance in fear of what might happen to them if they befriended her. Sparrow had hated them for it, but as he’d gotten older, he supposed he’d understood.

He slipped his hand beneath her hair and stroked her back. “Just call to it with your thoughts. No need to strain.”