Fully impaled with his thickness, she gasped.  She looked down at his knowing brown eyes, the lips ghosted with years of intimate promises.  

She rocked her hips.  

A fever burned in his gaze.  His cock surged.  Every thrust blended the tendrils of sunset and red poppies with their past in a kaleidoscope until freedom, joy, and pain burst inside her.  He drove deep, nourishing her with cum.

She collapsed on his chest.  

His fingers trailed over her back.  

A heartbeat.  

Two.  

“I will always love you, Lilah.”

Nodding, she nestled into him, wishing the baby in her womb was his.