Author's Note:

Here is the final installment of Insatiable—although I am still contemplating turning this into a series. We shall see. Currently I am working on Glimpse and Sea Glass, so I probably will try and get those out of the way before attempting a sequel—but I suppose I can always be persuaded. Hehe.

And I never said I was taking Insatiable down. That would just be plain silly. I'm sorry to those who interpreted it that way. And please, no more comments about "experience reader" and all of that other drama. Thank you for all of your opinions, but they are unnecessary. I defended myself to the person in question and that is all that matters. No need to get all of my darling readers involved. All right, hopefully all of that is over.

So lastly, thank you to all of you who have been here from the beginning. Your continuous support was wonderful. And thank you for all of your reviews—about the actual story—they were much loved and appreciated. So please, enjoy, review, and who knows! A sequel shall most likely follow.

Much Love,


PS: Sam, I adore you, darling. You have no idea how much! This is all for you.


Chapter Nine: An Emerging Dawn

If you be my star

I'll be your sky

You can hide underneath me and come out at night

When I turn jet black and you show off your light

I live to let you shine

I live to let you shine

But you can skyrocket away from me

And never come back if you find another galaxy

Far from here with more room to fly

Just leave me your stardust to remember you by

If you be my boat

I'll be your sea

A depth of pure blue just to probe curiosity

Ebbing and flowing and pushed by a breeze

I live to make you free

I live to make you free

But you can set sail to the west if you want to

And past the horizon 'till I can't even see you

Far from here where the beaches are wide

Just leave me your wake to remember you by

If you be my star

I'll be your sky

You can hide underneath me and come out at night

When I turn jet black and you show off your light

I live to let you shine

I live to let you shine

But you can skyrocket away from me

And never come back if you find another galaxy

Far from here with more room to fly

Just leave me your stardust to remember you by

Stardust to remember you by

Gregory and the Hawk- Boats and Birds

He could taste the salt of her tears mixed with the metallic tang of his blood. Her warm little hands were in his hair—grabbing and tugging in sync with her sweet rosebud of a mouth. She smelt of sweat and frustration, thighs wrapped around his waist as her sobs echoed down his throat.

"Usagi, wait," he protested and stumbled forward, pressing her against the sliding glass door for support. They were both trembling. He tried to align his whirling thoughts, but all he could feel was her—her hands, her heat, her moist demanding mouth. His heart pounded loudly in his ears. "Wait. Please, wait."

She pulled back, when she finally allowed herself to hear his words—wait, wait, wait—and studied his face. With guilt, she realized, she nearly broke his nose.

At least the bleeding seemed to have stopped.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have hit you."

He sensed her anger had deteriorated, ebbing away like a sandcastle does under the continuous caress of the ocean's tide. And though her face was red and blotchy, nose swollen and shiny with snot, he saw that her eyes were gloriously luminous, appearing as if she had caught two glistening pearls between her fluttering lashes.

She was so beautiful.

But, of course, he had always known she was beautiful. With a sigh, he dropped his forehead to hers in defeat.

"It's okay. I guess I deserved it."

She smiled, one hand releasing its hold of his hair, and tugged the white mask free. She touched his temple and then traced the line of his brow with the tip of her thumb.

"Tuxedo Kamen. Mamoru. Mamo-chan." She kissed him once, twice, and then thrice—mouth latching onto his bottom lip like he was one of Motoki's milkshakes. She began to cry again, but silently. And this time, when she looked at him, her eyes were only full of love. "I can't believe it was you. It was you all along."

"How did you know?"

"You said Usako." She whispered, kissing his nose gently. "And then I knew. I knew. Say it again. Say it, please."

"Usako." He obeyed her command, helpless against her solemn face, and the word fell from his lips like a prayer. And he knew this was the beginning of something new—something amazing. "Usako. Fuck, my sweet Usako."

Still he was afraid, even as her hands began to unbutton his shirt.

"Let's go inside."


"No." She silenced him with her mouth and stroked his face, knuckles skimming along the planes of his cheek, angles sharp under the light of the moon. "I loved you before tonight, before I knew who you were. I loved you as Mamoru. Being Tuxedo Kamen doesn't change a thing—it only means I've loved you far longer than I ever would have thought."

Oh, she was the most amazinglovelydarlingsweetest girl he'd ever known.

He had no words of protest. And his doubts—though they were there a moment ago—seemed to have vanished. How could he deny himself this? How could he deny himself her love?

"Usagi," he looked deep into her eyes and fuck, he felt like they were going to swallow him whole. "This isn't practice anymore."

"No, no, no." She cried into his ear as he hitched her up, so she was pressed tight against him, and slid open the door. "No, this is real. We're real, Mamoru. So real."

He brought her there with his fingers first, with her splayed across his sofa, skin so white he could see the blue of her veins. Then in the hall, again, with his mouth, teeth, and tongue he had her crying his name, delirious with pleasure. By the time they made it to the bedroom, she was impatience defined. And she pushed him down, eyes wild beneath her hair as she straddled his hips, wet and ready.

"You don't have—"

"No, I want this. I want you."

His cock was pressed against his belly and she slid up the length of him, lips parted to reveal her clit, sensitive and swollen, from the base to the head. Pressed against her, right at her entrance, once again, he gripped her hips to stop her.

"In the drawer—"

She shook her head, hair glimmering like spun gold. "Pill."

"Oh." He had not expected that. Oh, fuck, and then she was taking him in, slowly, eyes on his—fearless.


Yes, this was amazing, and she gripped his hands to steady her quaking thighs. She felt as if he was molding her, shaping her, so she would only be his—her perfect fit. Though it stung, it was nothing like she imagined. Really, it didn't hurt—it was a good hurt—and as she moved back up she felt the discomfort slowly fade. She found a rhythm and arching her back, she discovered she could press her clit against his pelvis on each down stroke.

"Mmm, good. Mamoru, this is so good."

He was doing okay until she rotated her hips, mouth falling open with a kittenish mewl. Fuck, he sat up in a flash and grabbed her tight.

He was going to make this last, even if it killed him.

"Come here. Not so fast. Shh, that's my girl." He held her, hands stroking the bottom of her spine. She sighed, pressed a hot kiss into the dip of his shoulder as he lifted her up and then back down—slowly. So slowly, so gloriously, that she felt her toes curl. His words were low and loving. They twined through her mind, dark and sensuous. "My gorgeous, gorgeous girl. Your cunt is amazing. You're amazing. Sweet, sweet Usako."

"Oh. God." She gasped. He tilted her back, following her down to the edge of the bed. Now on top, he pressed her knees to his sheets, knowing her body was limber enough, and pulled almost all the way out. There, with just the tip of his cock, he fucked her with steady, but shallow strokes. Then, when she was whimpering and clawing at his back, he thrust himself inside, full hilt, with a groan. Fuck. She was so tight. Impossibly so.

"Again! Oh my god. Mamoru." She cried out, chest heaving. "Oh, please, please, please."

She was stunning. Spread out beneath him, eyes unfocused, skin tinged pink, stomach quivering. And she was his. Oh, she was his. All his.

"Usako. So beautiful. Look at you."

"Oh, Mamo-chan. Oh, I love…I love—" She grabbed at his hips and drew him in, so deep she swore she could feel him right up against her thudding heart. "I think—"

"I know, darling. Sweet, sweet girl. I know. I've got you." He told her as he sped up his movements—though carefully controlled, so as not to hurt her—and watched as she began to spend.

But it wasn't until he felt her orgasm, as her sweet little muscles began to undulate, a rolling ocean all around him, that he finally let himself go.

She was boneless and sleepy and so insanely in love—it was almost disgusting.

"Mamoru," she giggled and pointed out his window. "It's almost morning."

He raised his head from the curve of her belly, fingers embedded possessively in her dripping sex. Was that the fifth or sixth orgasm? He couldn't really remember. He looked out and could see that the sky was beginning to turn a dusky pink.

He couldn't help but wonder what the light would bring.

Would things be different?

She was smiling as he crawled up her body and brushed her bangs aside.


"Mamoru." She replied, touched the swollen part of his nose. "Oh, I'm so sorry about this."

"Shh, it's okay." He caught her hand, held it in his after he dropped a kiss into her palm. "What is this, really? What are we?"

"Why we're in love."

He couldn't help but laugh. Her expression touched him to the core. "Usako. I know. But, seriously, what do we do next? How are we going to tell—"

Now it was her turn to shush him, but, instead, she did it with a wiggle of her hips. She kissed his neck, arms wrapping around him. "Don't think. Don't talk. Just come here."

"Am here. And we really need to think—"

"Be quiet. We'll find out. Promise. But I know it'll be good and…" He groaned when she wrapped a hand around him. "Wonderful."

He was laughing again. How could he not with her around?

"God, you're insatiable!"

"I know! I can't help it—it's only because you're amazing."

Then she joined him in his laughter, her giggles like sunshine.

She was his morning, he realized, with his hands wrapped in her hair.

She was his beginning. His eternal dawn.