Page 148 of Even Robots Die
He grabs my hips and turns me so I’m sitting on his lap. His back is to the bedpost, and my legs are on each side of his hips.
I can feel his hard cock against my wet and aching pussy. Shamelessly, I start to rub myself on him, but Elhyor has another idea in mind and his arm circles my back and he pulls me up just enough that when he releases me again, I can feel all of his piercings sliding inside of me.
“Oh god,” I pant.
“What did I say about calling me god?” Elhyor answers with a laugh and it makes his cock vibrate inside of me. My pussy contracts on instinct and Elhyor groans in answer.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” Elhyor says before claiming my mouth once again.
He holds my hips in his hands and starts pistoning from under me.
“Rub your clit for me, Little Wife, and come all over my cock so everyone knows I’m yours,” he tells me while his abs contract beneath me, and I feel him hit my g-spot.
I moan something unintelligible—I’m not even sure what I wanted to say—and slip my hand to my clit.
I don’t need to stroke myself long before I feel my orgasm coming again. Elhyor can feel it, too—my pussy contracting around him as the first wave of my orgasm hits me.
He starts pumping even faster and I shatter into a million pieces in his hands.
He comes with a roar right after me and slumps on my chest.
After a while, our breathings calm down, and I hear him chuckle.
“That’s new,” he says as he peppers kisses on my collarbone and slips his hands behind my back.
I don’t understand what he means until he starts stroking something… it’s not my back, but still at my back. I open my eyes and I’m jolted awake when his fingers slide against my feathers.
Oh fuck, I lost control of my wings.
“Does that mean you’re more sensitive now that you’re pregnant?” Elhyor asks with a devilish smile.
“I don’t know, maybe?” I ask, uncertain.
“Let’s test that theory right away, Wife. I want to know how many times I can make you scream now,” Elhyor answers with his wicked smile.
And we do just that.
By the time he’s done with me, I have screamed his name more than I can remember and the sun is already rising, and I wonder how I got so lucky with my life.
Second Epilogue
Seven years later
This is an extended epilogue from Léandre and Cassiopé's POV.
If you haven't read Even Vampires Bleed, I'd recommend you skip this epilogue and go directly to the last one.
Léandre
Why am I sweating like a pig?
There is no reason I should be sweating. I should be calm and collected. I should already know her answer.
We have three kids already, after all.
And a fourth on the way.
So there is really no reason why I should be stressed and sweating like a pig.
