The Blood is Love (Dark Eyes 2)

It just wasn’t whole because she wasn’t in it.

And now that I’m deep inside her, I know that’s where heaven really is. Wherever she is.

And she’s with me. For now. For the ages.

Making me whole.

Making this long life one worth living.

“Fuck,” I swear again as my orgasm sneaks through me and then I’m coming, grunting loudly as she rides me into oblivion, her own cries matching mine.

Eventually she collapses against me, kisses my neck, my ear, my jaw, small presses of her lips that make my skin dance.

I run my fingers through her wild hair, holding her in place while I gaze at her, feeling nothing but lucky and in love and alive.

Then, as my heart begins to bloom, making me feel dizzy with my feelings for her, feelings that are so large and powerful that I’m still having a hard time getting used to them, a hard time accepting them, she flashes me another wicked grin.

“So…” she says. “Yes to a Halloween party?”

I roll my eyes, but still I say, “Anything for you, moonshine. Anything for you.”

THE END