I whispered. Gerik’s head snapped up and his nostrils flared. “Never.” A tear slipped out of the corner of my eye. Then another. Then I was crying in earnest. And he was kissing me, cradling my face between his hands and kissing me as if his life depended on it. And maybe it did. Maybe both our lives depended on...right now. Pushing me backwards, he crawled over top of me, already tearing open his jeans. There would be no foreplay. Gerik was done waiting and was ready to take what I had long denied him. Oh gods. He was huge. “Wait,” I gasped as he began to move. I was so full…of him; I could feel everything, every detail of his sex as it slid through mine. The sensations were too much…too much…something, everything, I didn’t know. “Trinity,” he snarled, gripping my chin, forcing me too look at him. “I’ve waited thirty years for you, I’m not waiting anymore.
