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I don’t answer right away. Instead, I aim the tip of my dick at her entrance, wet and swollen from my earlier binging.
“But…it’s going to be about how much I need to see my cum on every inch of your body first.”
The wicked grin that grows on Sage’s mouth promises dirty things with zero remorse. I’m about to thrust inside her when a sheen of light glows from her skin and it takes me aback.
“Sage?” You’d think I’d lose my erection or that my curiosity over why the fuck my soulmate is brighter than the afternoon sun in the Mohave Desert would take precedent above all else, but it doesn’t.
“I don’t know?” She shakes her head and I just get fucking harder than I’ve ever been before.
“It’s the magic in you. Or the fucking demi-goddess. Or I don’t fucking know.” But I do know this: it’s November first and she’s thirty for the first time in her soul’s existence and that singular thought ramps my entire body up like a lightning bolt through a copper wire; sudden, electric, and unstoppable.
I slam my dick inside her and revel in the way her body arches right off the bed, the beams of her light bouncing off the walls and bathing the entire room with her supernatural powers.
Fucking finally.
My vines, that haven’t been functioning correctly ever since I lost Sage, again, spring from every inch of me and wrap around her like they have their own mind. Even Cirrus is galloping tothe beat of my fucking. The more I thrust, the brighter Sage becomes, and before I know it, we’re no longer lying down. We’re no longer on any surface, whatsoever, because my vines have created some sort of thorn-filled contraption on which I’m fucking my chosen. She holds onto the most resilient part of me as though her life depends on it, not caring that her hands are bleeding from rubbing up and down the thorns. My hips are ramming against her pussy, my balls slapping her ass with every plunge, but there are no complaints from either one of us. Sage screams and I can’t hold back the moans that rival hers.
It’s incredible, better than anything I’ve ever experienced. Better than life or death.
I’m basking in the utter ecstasy of this moment when Sage decides it’s just not enough. And as fucking amazing this is, something is missing, I just don’t know what it is.
My hands are pulling at her hair, my dick working overtime to hit that magical spot deep inside her on every, single, thrust, yet there’s a lost element I can’t put my finger on.
“Hack!” Without warning, Sage pushes me off of her. Not with her hands or by kicking me. She throws me to the opposite wall, where I slam against the brick and cause a crack and a fissure that’s going to be a bitch to fix.
My beast roars and my vines work overtime to get Sage under control, but she’s having none of that. Her beams of light keep me pressed against the wall as she advances—floats—toward me, my vines following her like lost little puppies.
I’d say they’re traitors, but they’re a part of me and she’s the water that quenches all of my thirsts.
“This time, I’m the one doing the fucking.” Goddamn, that’s fucking hot.
“By all means, Satapti. Show me what you’ve got.” My tongue runs across my bottom lip, tasting a drop of blood.
It’s not mine, it’s hers. I can taste the difference and it’s more potent than any faerie glitter wine.
It would be dangerous if she weren’t the other half of my soul.
The vines guide her, creating a step so she can climb me like a fucking tree. And I do mean a tree she’s about to fuck into oblivion.
“Is this what you needed, Satapti? Control?”
Her pussy glides over my dick and her hands cup my face. We’re so close I can smell how wet she is, how needy her little cunt is for me.
“I needed you to fuck me like you meant it, not treat me like I’m some fragile little princess.”
Well, damn.
“I wasn’t aware I was wearing kid gloves. Duly noted.”
The next thing I feel is her teeth digging into my lip, hard enough to draw my own blood, and the way they mix together, creating a unique taste that only exists in this moment, is fucking addictive.
I’m a goner. Who am I kidding? I was already a goner two thousand years ago, but tonight? Tonight I plunge…with my dick, my heart, my mind, my everything.
There’s nothing sexier than watching the love of your life taking exactly what she needs from you.
It’s potent and it’s magical and it creates a bond that even the Moirai could never break.
But I’m not done yet.
