I quirk an eyebrow and look up at him as I pull my finger free. “For?”
He thrusts against me, his head bumping my clit as his shaft slips over my opening. I gasp at the friction and he groans in satisfaction.
“I have reached the limit of my restraint…”
I clutch at his chest, and he grips my ass hard in both hands. He rocks into me again and pleasure zings up my gut to my throat in a whimper.
“Don’t hold back,” I say.
I angle my hips to meet him, but he stops me.
“Are you…” He pauses, breathing heavily. “Are you protected from pregnancy?”
Oh, shit, I didn’t even consider it.
“Is it possible? Are we compatible?” I ask.
He nods.
“I’m not,” I say. “I’ve never…I don’t need to.”
He leans into me, squeezing us together tighter. “My Jiahui has never been touched?”
His.
I shudder from the power of his presence. “Never.”
He groans and thrusts again. The nodes on his shaft bump against my clit and fill me with fire. He draws back and movesagainst me harder, desperation snapping his hips forward. I kiss him fiercely, feeling the bite of his fangs on my lips.
He wraps an arm behind my back and pushes us flush together. His cock glides over my slick skin again and again, the rhythm of it bringing me so close. I’m moaning into every one of his thrusts, and he replies with grunts and groans of his own.
“Rhaz, come for me, please. Come with me,” I cry against his lips. “Come on me.”
My last request sends him into a frenzy. His hips pound against mine in a furious pace I know will wreck me one day.
The first spurt of his release feels like hot wax hitting my chest. I cry out when the second hits my clit and throws me over the edge. I lock eyes with him as I’m sent freefalling into a pit of pleasure, the depth of which may have no end. I might exist in this state of muscle-clenching, heart-pounding bliss for eternity.
My astral tether sings with need, a vibration so powerful I can’t breathe. It whips about, seeking heat and strength, a place to moor itself and grow stronger. It scared me the first time, but now I see its destination.
Him.
It wants to live inside him and connect us.
I grab the reins of my astral body and yank hard, dislodging it from him. I suck down a desperate breath as he thrusts again, and again, spilling himself on my stomach and chest in quantities that seem impossible.
Finally, he slows his pace and shudders. The heat of his cum dripping over my hips and down my ass makes me sigh. But inthis moment of relaxation, I’m barraged with the knowledge that something about me is greedy, and needy, and absolutely batshit crazy.
My astral presence wants to beinhim…
Why does my spirit think it has a right to just burrow inside him? I’m only just getting to know him, and I know very little! Also, he has no idea what’s happening.
“You pulled back again,” he says. “Why?”
“What?”
“Your magic. It’s reaching for me, too. To share with me like I do with you.”
Oh. I guess he knows more about what’s happening than I do.
