“Give me everything.” He pressed his fingers in and out of her faster and faster. It felt as though a brilliant white light flashed around her, and she came so hard she was sure she’d died and gone to heaven, such was the feeling of floating that washed over her body.
Zain withdrew his fingers, and she was vaguely aware of him stroking himself quickly a few times before positioning his cock at her entrance. He thrust forward and settled himself balls deep inside her. Her flesh was still sensitive from her orgasm, and she hissed at the intrusion. Everything was ignited again, and she came around his dick without him even moving.
“My god.” Zain could barely get the words out. “You’re gripping me like a vice. Fuck, it feels amazing.”
He felt massive inside her, stretching her body to breaking point.
“Move, please,” she begged through gasping breaths, her head still spinning from her second orgasm. Zain pulled back, and her body lamented the loss of him until he pushed hard back into her. His pace quickened, and her body reacted to it, again. She was on the verge of her third orgasm in a short space of time. Zain had been the only man she’d ever slept with, but when she’d found perfection the first time, why did she need anyone else? He knew her inside and out. He loved her and worshipped her, and she returned everything he gave with more loyalty and emotion than anyone else could. They were soulmates.
“Can you come again?” Zain asked. His rhythm faltered for a second as he tried to control the onset of his own orgasm. Sweat covered their bodies. The honey made them both sticky, but she didn’t care. This was primal and natural. Maybe the man she’d called her father was right on one score: Zain was a savage animal but only in bed. He found his rhythm again, and she felt her toes starting to curl with the onset of her next orgasm.
“Coming now,” she called and met Zain’s eyes.
“I love you,” he howled and allowed his fangs to descend into his mouth. She should be scared. That’s what common sense told her, but she wasn’t. Her body was on fire with the pleasure only this man could give her, and she was going to give him everything in return.
“Take me,” she growled.
Zain seated himself deep inside her, and she orgasmed on his thick, pulsating cock. His mouth found her shoulder and bit down. The pain radiated through her body and heightened the climax she was experiencing. It was as if she didn’t know where she started and Zain ended. They became one. Mating was definitely more intense than marriage. She’d made the right decision. A decision she’d never regret.
Zain collapsed. His teeth must have shrunk back to that of a human as the feeling of being held by his powerful jaws faded. Her neck stung a little, and she was beyond exhausted, but it didn’t matter. He pulled her into his arms.
“Mine.” He smiled at her.
“Yours,” she cheerfully replied.
“Sleep.”
She shifted in the bed, feeling a stickiness between her thighs. His cum usually felt sticky when it trickled out of her body, but this was different.
“Zain?”
“Yes, baby.”
“Did you put the lid back on the honey?”