“Fuck, she’s insane,” he says, and I nod. “I don’t want to talk about it right now.”

Then he kisses me, our mouths clashing together as we drink in the calming power of each other’s presence. “Gods, I was so scared I’d never see you again,” he murmurs against me, his hands gripping my thighs.

“Me too,” I say. “When I thought you were dead—” I can barely get the words out, but he swallows them down, kissing me again like a man drowning in the abyss.

We kiss, and we kiss until we can barely breathe as the rain coats our skin and lightning flashes overhead, thunder shaking the earth. We don’t need words to convey how much we need each other as he drops me to my feet and tugs on my leggings, pulling them off before he lifts me up again. I reach between us, fumbling with the laces of his pants, shoving them down, freeing his already erect cock. My hand wraps around it, and it’s so warm and soft and hard, and he groans into my mouth.

“I’ve missed you so fucking much,” he murmurs into the curve of my throat. “I thought you’d hate me forever.”

He moves me against a tree, my back hitting the rough surface as the curve of his thick cock dips into me. It slides in slowly, spreading me apart as my head tips back, and I cling to his shoulders. He thrusts his hips, filling me with a long, deep sigh.

Thunder and lightning continue flashing overhead as rain drenches us in sheets. But I don’t care. A few moments ago, I was cold and scared and lost. But Nadir is here, and I have been found.

“Fuck,” he hisses. “Fuck, I was so scared, Lor.” He pulls out slowly, each inch like an awakening before he thrusts back in so hard I feel it to the depths of my very spirit.

“Me too,” I sob, unable to hold back my tears as we move together, our heartbeats, our souls, our minds once again whole. “When I thought you were dead, I died too, Nadir. I never, ever want to feel anything like that again.”

His hand grips the back of my neck as he brings my head towards his. Our foreheads touch as his other hand digs into my thigh, and he churns his hips.

“Never,” he says. “We will never be separated again. I don’t care if I have to chain you to my wrist.”

“Okay,” I say, not caring how ridiculous that sounds.