Slaves of Love

“Shena, will you marry me?”

He thrust forward

“Yes.”

Then again.

“Yes!”

Harder. Faster.

“Yes, oh, God, yes!”

She splintered into a million different pieces scattered on the wind as Keern tensed and released his seed inside her. She fell back on the bed and held him tight, loving the feel of him still buried inside her.

A warm fuzziness had spread throughout her entire body, and a broad smile spread across her lips. She whispered into his ear. “In case you didn’t get that, I said yes.”

He nuzzled her neck. “Yes, I think I did hear that.”

He nibbled her earlobe, then captured her lips in a passionate, tender kiss.

“I love you, my darling Shena, and I will never let anyone hurt you again.”

“Oh, Keern, I love you so much.”

Their lips met in a blaze of happiness and passion.

A knock sounded at the door.

They ignored it.

The knocking became louder.

“Keern, it’s Jakmerah.”

Keern released her lips and smiled. “I’d better let him in, or we’ll never get any peace.”

A feeling of emptiness nudged through her as his penis slipped out when he pulled away. She wanted to push him down on the bed and capture him again, keep him prisoner in her warm, feminine depths forever.

But she did have forever. He had asked her to marry him!

The knocking continued.

Keern kissed her lightly, then pulled the covers over their bodies. “Jak, stop that infernal knocking and come in,” Keern called.

The door opened and Jakmerah stepped inside.

His gaze swept over the two of them. “I take it you two worked things out.”

“Definitely.” Keern linked his hand with Shena’s. “She’s decided to let me keep her.”

“Really?” Jakmerah raised his eyebrows.

“We’re going to be married,” Keern continued.

Jakmerah leaned against the doorjamb and smiled. “I knew you’d finally figure it out, my friend.”

Epilogue