Page 88 of Misadventures with a Time Traveler

“Ma femme.” I adore her with the words.

“My man.” She caves me in with hers.

I tug her closer to me. Let her cry against me. Just before I gather her in for a desperate, desiring kiss.

She is lavender silk and cosmo-tinged tears. Sweeps of tongue and sighs of surrender. Connection and conflict and curves and craving, until I am lost in her all over again. So sure of her all over again. So sure of me and this complete reality of my existence.

I am Maximillian George Jean Valence De Leon, born in seventeen sixty, a secret dauphin of France—and the man kissing the soul out of my soulmate at one of New York City’s hottest parties of twenty nineteen. The soul so bruised, she does not know how to open it to me. A heart so hurt, she is terrified to declare it to me.

And that is all right, because I love her anyway.

And that is all there is. That is all that matters.

Even if I must die to prove it.

But this moment has not been given to us for those morose thoughts. It is a gift from the Creator, crafted with intentions of seduction, connection, and ultimate consummation.

So my cock keeps reminding me. With throbbing urgency.

I shift my embrace to the sides of Alessandra’s waist—and then commandeer her body over mine. My angle on the couch lends naturally to her straddling me, with the damp triangle of her underwear riding the demanding bulge at my crotch. Our mouths meet in a juicier, deeper kiss. Our gazes tangle in darker, hotter connection. I reach in and cup her face, capturing more of her diamond tears with the pads of my fingers.

“Max,” she sighs against my lips. “Max.”

“Alessandra.” I grate it against her mouth as she dips in to press our foreheads, noses, and lips. She tastes like the fruit of her drink and the spice of her passion. My senses are drunk on the heady mixture. “You have entranced me. Called to me. Possessed me. And given me the grandest, most spectacular adventure a man could ever ask for…”

She cuts me short with a heady new kiss—and the mesmerizing heat of her body. As she rocks her thinly clad pussy along my jolting cock, my senses are dazed with desire. Jesu. She is softness and silk and passionate perfection.

She is everything.

“Damn it,” she gasps, spreading the petal-shaped layers of the dress that has made her the most succulent goddess at this gathering. The triple-jeweled band atop her head, arranged like Venus’s own headpiece, picks up the dim lighting in our corner as she tucks in her head. At once, she focuses on unlatching my pants. “I need this adventure, man of mine. Right now.”

“Then take it.” My voice is a low dictator’s growl. I crave the proof of what my command does to every inch of her body. “Take my cock out of my pants, Alessandra. You know what to do with it then.”

Wordlessly, she obeys. After freeing my shaft, she feverishly works my pre-come from my head to my balls and then back again. The entire time, she rolls her hips with mesmeric insistence. She gasps and whimpers, clearly encouraged by the urgency of my savage grip.

I swipe my touch inward. She cries into my mouth. I groan into hers.

At the same moment, I yank her panties to the side. I have to have her now. Have to feel her naked pussy against my hard flesh…

“I want inside.”

I shove up, angling for the slit that already drips for me. She grabs at my jacket lapels, using the purchase to help align the penetration—but the moment before she sinks fully down, her attention rivets to the area above my waist. She wraps one of her hands around one of mine. With determined intent, she guides my fingers to the silken valley between her breasts.

“You already are inside,” she whispers. “Right here.”

And for a moment, as our bodies fully join, time stops.

And when it does, I see it all.

With every new thrust into her center, I remember it all.

The forests of her gaze in the eyes of a village girl with whom I once played. The curve of her smile in the Loire hills at sunrise. The perfection of her passion in even my earliest, self-given orgasms. In all of it, I see her—realizing now that I have always seen her. She has always been inside me too…through my entire life. Through all of hers. Through the hundreds of years that have separated us. The essence of my heart. The substance of my soul. The reason for the miracle.

And now, the seed of my life…spilling from my body into hers.

“Max.” She twines the breath of it with my harsh moans. Then repeats it as her walls convulse around my cock. “Yes.”

I envelop her in my embrace, clutching her close. “I love you, Alessandra. No matter what.”