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She eagerly takes everything I give her, savoring every drop with no hesitation as she moans her pleasure at my taste. As she swallows, she looks up at me with affection and contrition in her eyes. In that moment, everything shifts between us. Our intimacy deepens and the pain of the past three months is wiped away.

But even now, she’s not done. She’s licking and suckling me clean, leaving no trace behind. And as I watch, feeling completely accepted and desired, I know this is just the beginning of a new and intense connection between us.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Misty

I’m dripping wet. Vibrating with need.

We’ve had three months of being together all day, every day. For three months, I’ve watched him strut around half-naked in that perfect, green body of his. Every day, the timbre of his deep voice rumbled through me as he talked to his crew. How I kept from jumping his bones months ago is beyond me.

He smells clean and masculine, and his taste is salty and sweet.

“I could make a steady diet of that.” I stand, my legs so shaky I grip his forearm to keep from falling.

He clutches my shoulders, peering at me to ensure I’m okay. It’s only after I toss him a smile that he says with a straight face, “But? Your pipes?”

I don’t know how we manage it, but the moment changes from serious, desperate horn-dog sex to humor. No. More than humor. It’s clear things are good between us, though there is still so much left unsaid.

“Despite all the remodeling we’ve done, I don’t know how we managed to neglect the pipes.” I pose with my sexiest pout.

“I’ve been remiss.”

He lifts me into his arms, carries me to the bed, and gently sets me down. The male has a one-minute recovery period, because he’s stiff as steel and it’s pointing directly at me. Like a lithe, green jungle cat, he crawls up my naked body with a hungry gleam in his eye. My bent knees on either side of his narrow hips look pale against his green skin.

There’s no way we can go slowly—we’ve waited too long for this. He bites my earlobe, letting his fangs in on the action in a move designed to provide a lot of pleasure and a sliver of pain. He nibbles down the column of my neck, nipping the tendons as he eases downward.

Was he trying to distract me with that maneuver? Because as I writhe under his attention, he lodges his magnificent cock between my lower lips. Now he’s riding the slick highway with the hard flesh of his cock.

Going down on him was a dream come true. Thick and dark emerald green, it took me a moment to get used to his masculine equipment because of the tiny nubs near the base and under the crown. They made the blow job more fun. I can’t wait to see how they feel inside me—which had better happen soon.

Gripping my shoulder with his fangs, his shaft makes one last long slide through my lower lips, slicking us both, readying us.

There’s something about the threat of his bite that ratchets my arousal through the roof. I thrust against him, managing to perch the head of his cock at my opening.

“Mmm.” My moan is deep and low as I’m treated to the sensation of him breaching me.

Gripping my hips, Zylus takes over, doing just what I’ve imagined a thousand times since our big fight. He fills me with that deep, deep penetration he promised months ago.

He keeps me pinned on my back on the bed, those fangs threatening but not piercing, his cock impaling me in increments.

That beautiful green shaft is so thick, so long, and those nubs are driving me crazy from the inside out.

Although I lost most of my nails long ago from the nature of the remodel, I have enough to grip his shoulders so I can hang on for the ride, possibly piercing him in my passion.

With every thrust, my breasts jiggle, rubbing my sensitive nipples against his ripped chest. Sometimes I keep my eyes shut tight as I spiral deeper into my hazy bliss. At other times, I force them open to admire just how handsome this male is when in the throes of lust.

His head tipped back, his Adam’s apple prominent, his long black hair swirling with every stroke. He’s a Greek god come to life—if Greek gods were green.

His hips thrust faster as he plunges impossibly deeper. I close my eyes as my passion gathers. It rises and blooms, growing as I slide closer to the edge.

Right before my first spasm, I open my lids to gaze at him one more time, only to see no one there.

For a moment, my orgasm eludes me as I sputter with surprise, my nails digging deeper into… flesh. He’s shifted, gone invisible, filling the room in a shroud of mist.

After my initial shock, I allow myself to dive into the moment. I’m fucking a ghost. A flesh and blood ghost who is riding me like a banshee. He wasn’t kidding when he promised to ram, pound, and penetrate. But it’s more than that. Zylus surrounds me, engulfs me with his ethereal silver essence that somehow sinks into my skin.

My orgasm doesn’t start slow and build. It hits with the force of a thunderbolt. Every muscle in my body tightens in bliss, flickering with pleasure as it courses through me from head to toe and back again.

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