“I have you,” he whispered. “I’m right here, my Vince.”
I felt the backs of my eyes burn, but I didn’t stop, hips smacking into his. Don planted his feet wider, thrusting up to meet my downward push. Soon we were moving in a perfect symphony. The wet sound of my cock sliding into his hole and the slapping of our bodies filled my ears, along with my grunts and Don’s loud cries.
Bending over him, I kissed his chest. “Don.”
His hands ran over my back. “I’m here.”
Our eyes never separated as we fucked, each movement slow and long. Don’s thick cock rubbed on my stomach. With our connected emotions, I felt his pleasure from me invading his body and his dick dragging through the trail of hair on my lower stomach.
Grunting, I picked up speed, pounding into Don, chasing my release. His hole tightened around me, and I grunted. My balls hugged my shaft as my orgasm barreled down my spine.
“Yes, Vince,” Don cried, wrapping his arm tight around my neck. “Yes.”
Unable to hold back any longer, I tipped over the edge, plunging deep into him. My pleasure ripped Don’s from him without me even stroking him. He shrieked beneath me, his cock kicking and warm cum painting our stomachs.
I shook as I slid out of Don, and he whimpered. I kissed my way down his chest, licking his release off his scales and cleaning his cock. He writhed under me, too sensitive, but I wanted to lap up every drop of the sweet liquid. His hand still held my cheek, connecting us, so I felt it, but I couldn’t resist.
Once he was clean, I lay on top of him and tucked my head under his chin. I needed to be close to him after everything. Tears burned the backs of my eyes, and yet I felt so safe cuddled against him.
Smoothing a hand over his chest, I breathed in his scent and planted a kiss on his collar bone. Don deserved my truth, even if he didn’t want it.
He tensed beneath me; I rubbed his chest to calm him, but it didn’t help.
“Tell me,” he whispered.
“I love you, Dontilvynsan.”
Pleasure so intense I felt it in my toes crashed through me. Don kissed the top of my head.
I stifled a cry and smoothed my hand over his scales again. “I love you, Don. More than Seth. More than anyone. You are the brightest star in my sky.”
“My Vince.”
“B-but,” I said, voice breaking. “I can’t stay with you.”
Pain so strong it stole my breath shredded me for the barest instant before Don yanked his hand away, severing the connection between us. “What?”
I sat up, facing him. “I love you, Sweetheart, but I can’t stay.”
“Why not?” Don also sat, his tail utterly limp and his wings hugging his broad shoulders. His face was completely blank, which let me know how much I was hurting him, even if I hadn’t caught a glimpse of his emotions.
I grabbed his hand, and Don didn’t pull away, but he remained limp in my grasp. Lifting his hand, I brushed my thumb over his prominent knuckles, then peppered kisses on the back. I shouldn’t, but I had to touch him.
“Sweetheart, I’m not forever.”
“I don’t understand.”
“If I stayed, we’d become mates, wouldn’t we?”
“Yes,” Don said without hesitation.
“Drakcol mate for life.”
“Yes,” he replied, even though it hadn’t been a question.
“Humans don’t.”
“I’m aware.”
