She sank down on him again, sliding a little lower this time before lifting back up. She gripped his shoulders now, her fingers digging into his flesh like little claws.
“Again.”
She obeyed, and this time, as she lifted up again, she didn’t move all the way off him, and began riding the top half of his cock with slow, careful movements. Her nostrils were flared, her eyes slightly wide, her grip on his shoulders vice-like.
But her moans were full of desire. And the more she rode him, the lower her eyelids sank, and the more the tension bled from her body.
“More, Lily.” He had to have more.
His hands tightened around her hips as she finally sank the rest of the way down, filling herself with him completely. She froze, gasping, her muscles rigid again.
“Is it too much?” Reason penetrated the haze of lust and reminded him not to hurt her.
“It’s just… intense.”
“Feels good?”
“So good.”
His eyes narrowed in challenge, and when he saw acceptance in her gaze, he tightened his grip on her hips and lifted her slightly off him before lowering her back down.
Her eyes fell shut. “Oh god.”
“More?”
“Yes.”
He gave her more, doing the work of her riding him with his arms, lifting her a little higher and sinking a little deeper each time. His muscles strained from the effort of holding back, the urge to give into release building with each thrust.
“More, Mist. Give me more. I can take it.”
He changed tactics, holding her still while he thrust into her from below. She cried out and dropped her head back, and he finally lost control.
He powered into her with deep thrusts, the friction a powerful drug he had no choice but be consumed by. Hovering on the brink of release, the pressure unbearable, the pleasure incomparable, he felt something come apart inside of him.
His world narrowed down to nothing but her. His Lily. His beautiful Lily whom he would do anything for and whom he… loved.
Yes, that is it.This was love, and it was the greatest feeling in the world. In all the worlds. In all creation.
His climax speared through him like a javelin, and he couldn’t have held it back if he tried. Waves of rapture blacked out his vision, save for colorful spots that burst in the dark like fireworks. Lust and dark satisfaction filled him, but it commingled with happiness, a sense of belonging, andlove.
Lily collapsed against him, her body soft and pliant in his arms. So trusting. So precious. So…
“Mine,” he said, resting his chin on top of her head and wrapping her up in his arms, wings, and even his tail.
He squeezed her as tightly as he could without hurting her, and she made a pleasured hum and hugged him back, her arms snaking around his lower back. He felt his release trickling out of her body where they were joined, and it made him want to growl ferociously at the thought of her full of him, marked inside her body with his scent.
“Love you,” he whispered.
She tried to pull back, probably to stare at him in surprise, but he tightened his arms around her, refusing to let go. He didn’t want distance between them, and he wasn’t sure he wanted her looking into his eyes just yet. His admission made him feel vulnerable, and the sensation was foreign and somewhat unnerving.
She seemed to understand this, because she relaxed against him again and squeezed him right back. “I love you too. So much. I couldn’t stop if I tried.”
“Don’t try,” he growled, and she snorted.
“I won’t. I don’t want to. I couldn’t, as I said.”
“Good.”
