She whimpered as I pulled her back into the water and kissed her swollen lips where she’d bitten them in her moment of passion. “I’m going to need you to do that again.”
“What?” she asked, looking dazed.
“Cum.” I plunge two fingers in her tight pussy, stretching her open even more than before, hoping against hope she can take my large cock.
As I plunged my fingers in and out of her, I searched for that magical spot deep inside. I knew when I found it because she let out a moan and started to move, trying to bring my fingers even deeper.
“FuckJet, that feels so good. I need you inside menow.” Reverie grabbed my face and pulled my bottom lip into her mouth and bit down, less than gently.
I pressed her clit with my thumb, and she moaned in pleasure, letting go of my lip. Her eyelids fluttered closed as I felt her walls spasm, and she let out a scream that I swallowed, cumming a second time.
I pulled her legs back around my waist and dragged her down onto my swollen cock. Even though I’d prepared her as much as possible, it was still a tight fit, and I groaned at the feeling of her walls squeezing the head of my cock tight.
“Fuck, if you keep doing that, this isn’t going to last long.” I closed my eyes and groaned as she squeezed me again.
I slapped her thigh, and startled, she slid down further on my cock. “I told you not to do that. Be a good girl, or you won’t get to cum again.”
My Angel narrowed her eyes, but quickly closed them again, moaning as I worked my thumb back and forth against her clit, relaxing her even more so I could slide deeper into paradise. We both groaned, and I saw stars, the pleasure almost too much.
I didn’t know where she ended, and I began.
I started to move, using my strength to slide her up and down on my shaft, my movements becoming more frantic as the pleasure intensified. She started rotating her hips and moaned out her approval as we both approached orgasm.
I felt her walls begin to flutter; I knew she was there, and I wasn’t going to be far behind. Throwing my head back, my vision blacked out, and I came harder than I ever have before. I squeezed her to my body tighter than I knew was comfortable, but this moment was everything I needed to feel whole again.
I buried my head in her neck and kissed her throat,“I love you more than you could possibly know.”
“I love you too.”The words felt too sacred to speak out loud.
We murmured sweet endearments to each other as we bathed, then Reverie kissed me and stepped out of the water, cheeks flushed, hair dripping down her shoulders, steam curling off her skin. I followed right behind her and raised a hand to brush the droplets from between her breasts—then froze.
Right there, on her skin—where Selene had cut it away—something pulsed beneath the surface. Faint at first, like a memory of color. Then brighter. Stronger.
A crimson shimmer.
My mark.
My shield.
The one Selene tried to erase, ripped off Reverie's body as if the mark was disposable. I felt that loss like my ribs were cracked open.
But now?—
It flared.
Deep red, metallic, like molten ruby poured into flesh and bound by blood and love. The shape sharpened, defined—not a wound.
A mark.
Mymark.
The mark that showed the world she was mine to protect, even if she didn’t need protection.
The moment it solidified, power burned through my chest. The bond surged so hard that I had to grab the rock beside me just to stay upright.
Reverie followed my stare, fingers brushing the glowing mark. “Jet… is that?—”
“Yeah,” I whispered, voice cracking. “It’s back… at least partially.”
