“We have different gods, no?” she asked.

“Yes,” he answered.

“I do not know a great deal about your gods. Though I know they look after you. They give you wisdom and power and magic. My gods give energy and balance and clear-headedness. If we listen, if we believe, they guide us to where we need to be. They give us the gifts we need to see things through.”

She pushed up to her knees and moved toward True in a manner he opened his legs, and she settled between them, her hands on his thighs up high, close to his groin.

“My gift is you,” she whispered, her words taking his mind from her touch so close to his groin.

He took her jaw in both is hands and whispered in return, “Darling.”

“I have to have faith in my gods that they did not guide me through my life…to you, only to take you away. But True?”

“Yes, my beloved,” he murmured, his gaze dropping to her mouth not only to watch her speak, but because her hand had moved to cover what was stiffening between his legs.

“Even if we only have our now, what we have shared…” Her fingers moved to the string of his sleep pants and pulled it, diving in so he had her, skin-against-skin at his shaft. “I could not wake up in the morning, and I would have lived the life I needed, having fallen asleep at your side.”

“Farah,” he growled.

She surged up, pulled her dressing gown off her shoulders and let it fall, pooling at her feet.

She then lifted the long skirt of her nightgown to her hips and pushed down her panties, so they fell to her ankles.

She kept her nightgown up as she stepped out of her panties and climbed astride him, knees to the bed on either side of him.

He held his cock ready for her to lower upon, which she did, and when he had her, he groaned, a noise mingling seductively with her moan.

She touched each of his eyes with her lips before she rested her mouth against his, not to kiss, to be close to mingle her breath with his, her gaze with his as she curled her fingers around the sides of his neck and moved atop him.

“Does this not feel like it is the life we need?” she asked.

He curved his fingers in her bottom, digging the pads in, answering, “I will not argue that.”

“Every minute with you is a treasure,” she whispered.

At her words, automatically, his fingers dug in harder.

She started moving faster.

“I have earned you,” she said fiercely, squeezing him with her sex, making him grunt and use her arse to urge her to go faster. “I fought in this life, and I won,” she declared. “You are my victory. I have that and I will never lose it. No matter what happens.”