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“Let go, Josie. Come for me. Right now.”
She cries out—high and sharp—hips jerking against my mouth as she comes. Her pussy clenches tight, soaking my fingers, her body arching against the medical cot.
I don't stop. I lick her through it, swallowing her pleasure, letting her ride the wave until she goes limp beneath me, gasping.
When I rise above her, her eyes are dazed, lips parted, sweat glistening on her collarbones. I kiss her deeply, and she tastes herself on my tongue, moaning into the connection.
Her hands reach down between us, wrapping around my cock.
It’s hard and heavy, dark and ridged, the tip flushed purple-black with need. She strokes me, slow and reverent, her fingers barely able to close around the girth.
She doesn’t need to speak. The look in her eyes says it all.
I line up, the head of my cock pressing into her pussy. She’s still slick, still twitching with aftershocks. I push in—slow, careful, but deep.
She gasps—eyes wide, mouth open. “Oh—fuck—Dayn?—”
Her voice is broken, ragged from disuse, but the words are there.
“I’ve got you,” I whisper, sinking deeper. “I’ll always have you.”
I bottom out, fully inside her. She’s stretched wide, stuffed full, trembling beneath me. Her pussy clamps around me like a vice, pulsing in time with her breath.
I start to move.
Each thrust is slow, deliberate, grinding deep. My hips roll against hers, cock stroking every ridge and nerve inside her. She whimpers with each movement, nails digging into my back, clinging to me like I’m the only thing anchoring her to the ship.
“You feel likehome,” I growl, voice caught somewhere between worship and hunger.
She pulls me closer, gasping in my ear, her voice barely audible. “Harder.”
So I give it to her.
I drive into her with force, still careful but relentless. Her cries echo off the sterile walls. Her nipples brush against my chest, stiff and sensitive. My claws dig into the cot on either side of her head, holding me up as I slam into her over and over, her slick pussy gripping me tighter with every stroke.
Her second orgasm crashes through her with a scream—pure, wordless. Her body locks, then shudders, eyes rolling back.
“Yes,” she gasps. “Yes—don’t stop—fill me—please?—”
I feel the heat gathering at the base of my spine. My third eye flares, glowing like fire behind my forehead. I thrust harder, faster, each stroke brutal and raw.
Then I come—roaring her name as I spill deep inside her, my cock pulsing with each thick jet of release. Her pussy clenches around me like it never wants to let go.
And I don’t.
We collapse together—sticky, breathless, wrecked. My body shields hers, my scales cooling against her flushed skin.
Her hand rises again. Two fingers trace a single word over my sternum:
Constant.
And in the silence that follows, I kiss her brow, hold her tighter, and breathe in her soul.
“Yes,” I whisper, voice breaking. “Always.”
CHAPTER 32
JOSIE
