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“Good, because here we go.” She put her arms around my neck and looked into my eyes. Then, slowly, she rose up until only the crown of my cock was inside her sweet, sucking pussy. Just as slowly, she lowered herself back down.

It was a special kind of torture—almost as bad as when she had fucked me so deeply without letting me come. There I was, manacled to the bedposts with my Mistress astride me, caressing and massaging my throbbing shaft with her tight, wet pussy and I couldn’t do a thing but sit there and take it!

I clenched my hands into fists, trying to fight the urge to thrust—to pump up into her and fill her with my seed. But even if I had been free to thrust, I still couldn’t come—not until she removed the ring. She was in charge and I was helpless as she used me like a plaything—a toy.

I found that I loved it.

“Mistress,” I groaned, looking into her eyes. “Please, how long will you torment me? Your pussy is so soft and hot and wet around me—you’re so tight and my shaft is aching to come!”

“You can come when…when I do,” she panted. “And Goddess, I’m close!” She was grinding against me, taking me as deep as she could every time she came down on me. I could hear how hard her heart was beating and her scent said she was incredibly aroused. But of course, the wetness of her pussy would have told me that, even if I hadn’t been attuned to her.

“Mistress, I need to come inside you!” I growled, meeting her eyes again, which were dilated to black with desire. “I need to flood your womb with my seed!”

“Goddess!” She threw back her head and I could feel her pleasure as my own. She was close, soclose. If she would just remove the band at the base of my shaft we could come together.

“Mistress,please!”I begged shamelessly.

“Yes—now!” Willow moaned. Reaching between us, she found the strap that released the ring and pulled it open. “Now fuck me!” she demanded. “Fuck up into me and make me come!”

“Yes, Mistress!” I had never been more glad to obey a command. I thrust upward, filling her tight pussy with my cock, feeling her caress my thickness as we ground together.

Our pleasure peaked almost at the same time, with Willow just a heartbeat ahead of me. I felt her inner walls tighten around me even more, milking me as though begging for my cream. And I was more than willing to give it to her.

With a low groan, I thrust up into her as deeply as I could. As the head of my shaft kissed the mouth of her womb, I began to come—spurting my seed deep in her tight pussy, giving her what we both needed so badly.

As I spurted—as I came inside her—I felt something happening inside me. In my heart, I mean. It was like a broken connection between us was being mended—like something in both of us was being made whole.

I knew, in that moment, that I would never leave her. She was my Mistress now and forever. I wasn’t going back to the Heavenly Realm—not until the day when we both died at the same time. Because Willowwasmy world now.

And I was never going to let her go.

EPILOGUE

WILLOW

“So itwasa partial Heartmate bond—I thought so,” Sarah said, nodding in satisfaction. “And now the two of you are finally fully together.”

“I’ve heard of that happening occasionally,” Goody Albright said. “It’s very rare though. Usually when Heartmates find each other they bond pretty quickly.”

“I know it didn’t take me and Malik long to get together,” Celia said, smiling and taking another sip of her coffee.

“Right—you three go on about your Heartmates,” Goldie said glumly. “Why can’t I find two or three willing men to share my hearth and home?”

The five of us were sitting in Goldie’s diner having coffee and some of the excellent pastries that Celia and Sarah had brought over from The Lost Lamb bakery. I had called on Goody Albright not long after Kael and I got together and she had insisted on a girls’ get-together, “So you can tell everyone at once.”

Outside it was another beautiful Autumn day with a clear blue sky. Through the plate glass windows of the diner, I could see the gold and red and yellow leaves rustling as a crisp wind blew through town. There was a nip in the air too—just enoughthat I could wear my favorite red sweater and not feel overheated in it. It was lovely.

“I’m sure the right guy or, er, guys are out there for you,” I told Goldie now. “You’re a beautiful, curvy woman.”

“What about Liam?” Sarah nodded out the window where one of our local Creatures was passing. “He’s a Kraken—I’ve heard he has very talented tentacles in his shifted form,” she added, winking. At the moment, he just looked like a human—a big, muscular human with thick blond hair and sea green eyes. I wondered what his Kraken form looked like. Was he all tentacles all over or just from the waist down?

But Goldie was already shaking her head.

“He’s nice but he’s not my type,” she said.

“A Minotaur then?” Celia suggested as another Creature passed by the plate glass windows of the diner. “I’ve heard they’re extremely well endowed—thatshould satisfy you.”

She nodded at the bulge in the Minotaur’s trousers and giggled. Goldie slapped her arm playfully.

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