Page 112 of Song of the Abyss

They both gasped at the intrusion. She was so fucking tight. Every time.

“Anya,” he hissed, as she moved herself up and down with her arms braced on his shoulders.

She moved against him, rolling her hips before she blew out a long breath. Her bubbles joined all the others that surrounded them. She was surrounded by a kaleidoscope of colors and then she said something that made him even more shocked.

“I want them both.” Her words were breathless, and he swore he heard her wrong.

“Both?” That wasn’t something his people did. They enjoyed long sexual encounters, that was for certain. Two were better than one to ensure that a female was properly fertilized, at least that’s what the stories said. He just liked that he could linger with her longer than a human male ever could.

“Both,” she repeated, the sound so certain that he wasn’t able to argue.

How was she going to do that? He had no idea what she meant.

Until she suddenly pulled herself off him and held both of his cocks in one hand. The tips brushed against each other, one much warmer after the heat of her body. He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t breathe. All he could do was hold himself still as she squeezed him tightly in her little grip and then lined him up.

“Anya, maybe we should...”

She sank down. Just the tips inside of her, their tapered ends much easier until she got to the thicker part.

He hissed out a long breath, and she looked at him, pupils blasted wide as though drugged. “Fuck.”

He should tell her to stop. He should tell her that this was dangerous, and she was still healing, but she had just introduced him to heaven itself and who was he to deny that gift? So Daios cupped her thighs with each hand, holding her spread with that metal hand, and his webs pressed against her overheated skin.

“Look how well you take me,” he murmured, the heated words barely understandable. “Spread wide for me.”

“Daios,” she whimpered, sliding lower on him, more of him pushing inside of her body.

“I know,” he whispered, his hips moving to help her. “I know. You’re so needy for me, aren’t you? You need this?”

She nodded, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she stared down at where they were joined. Together, they worked him inside of her. Inch by inch. Until he could barely breathe because it was so tight and she was whimpering to a point of concern.

“Kalon?” he asked, his voice little more than a rasp.

“You fill me so much,” she whispered.

“Watch us.” He cupped the back of her head, bringing her face down to look at them again. “Now beg for me.”

That whimper again nearly sent him racing to the end. But he wouldn’t, not when she needed him right here. He knew it. She knew it.

Then she bit that little lip that he wanted to capture between his and she moaned, “Please.”

It was all he could take.

Daios slammed home. They both bowed into each other, foreheads pressed together with ragged breaths as they touched. Flesh to scale. Heart to heart. He was inside her, both of his cocks were inside her and he couldn’t fucking think.

“Move,” she said, that voice aching and rough. “Move now, Daios.”

And so he did. He plunged inside of her again and again, watching as she writhed in his arms. He pressed his thumb to that bead above where they joined and watched her shatter in his arms. She clenched so hard around him that he saw stars, and it still wasn’t enough. It was never enough. So he slammed into her harder, every inch of him wanting her, needing her, knowing that this was the only woman that would ever be for him.

And when he came, he swore it plunged him into another existence. One where nothing had ever existed but them.

As they spiraled down, he pulled out to watch the glistening evidence of their love shimmering in the water. Pressing a kiss to her head, he snuggled her tightly in his arms.

He didn’t know what to say, because he wasn’t very good with words. So instead, he held up the sign for “I love you” as Mira had taught him when he’d asked if she knew any sign language that Anya hadn’t taught him.

And all the ugly bits of his soul knit back together as she mimicked the sign and pressed their hands together. Whole. Because she loved him as he hadn’t realized he wanted to be loved.

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