I had no clue what he meant by this, but I didn’t care. After all he’d given me, he could do whatever he liked.
“Do you trust me?” he whispered again.
I nodded.
He moved us, shifting slowly and carefully. He withdrew as I was repositioned on my hands and knees, with him behind me. Then came pressure on my rear entrance and only then did I understand what he’d meant.
Exhilaration thrilled through me.
I’d never been one to shy away from trying new things. I managed to moan a soft “yes,” to encourage him.
He whispered something and slid into me with ease. I would have thought I’d be tight. Perhaps he’d used his powers on me? I didn’t really care because he felt massive and marvelous inside of me.
I let out a series of cries as he pushed in deeper. I kept thinking he couldn’t possibly go farther, only to feel him fill me even more.
And when my cheeks finally pressed to his loins, I’d become a whimpering mess: trembling with need. This newfound place of pleasure rocked me with waves of bliss as I neared yet another orgasm.
His hands moved down my flanks and prompted me up, helping me kneel in front of him. My back pressed to the round, hard muscles of his chest as one of his arms rose to a breast, kneading it roughly. His other hand slid down to find my clit and began a rhythmic stroking in time with his thrusts from behind.I put a hand over each of his, urging him, pressing harder, feeling his need finally matching my own.
“Yes,” I whispered again, I could feel it, his mounting pleasure, the heave and swell of his cock, the quickening pace as he grunted and pushed and drove himself to his release. My passion rose with his.
Higher.
Higher!
He let out a roar, slamming himself deep within me. The throbbing surge of his release bloomed inside me, driving me to a final, body-throbbing orgasm as I came with him.
A massive swell of orgasmic pleasure — not my own — enveloped me. Given everything else he’d done, I guessed this was Daz’s bliss — the pure euphoric rapture of his release — transferred from his aura to mine.
It was too much.
Far too much!
I joined his roaring shout as my release became a flood so powerful it surged between the fingers of Daz’s hand and mine, pressed to my folds.
I laughed, too lost to euphoria to care.
He grunted as I must have contracted around him. Still connected to his aura, I felt that spike of bliss too… which caused even more of a mess.
We collapsed onto the bed both panting and laughing in turns, wet and messy, but feeling so wonderfully connected and overjoyed.
“You’re going to need a new bed,” I said through my giggles.
“I’ll sleep in yours,” he whispered, kissing my back, arms wrapped tight around me.
I’d never just slept with a man before, but after everything Daz had done — how amazing this time with him had been — I figured I could allow him to share my bed.
Yet we were so exhausted we fell asleep in his.
We woke late in the evening. With the long summer’s days, it was still twilight out. Daz became his domestic-god self and went to make some dinner. I slipped on a robe and went for a quick bath. The waters were still tepid after the heat of the day. I quickly washed myself, feeling refreshed and full of life.
I lingered in the bath after I’d washed, even though the waters grew colder. I needed a moment to collect my thoughts.
Mostly… I wondered why in the blazes of the Five Hells, I hadn’t done this sooner! Why had I kept myself so guarded, not putting myself out there for this amazing love?
The answer to that came quickly: I’d kept my walls up… because of Kel. He’d hurt me so badly — torn my heart out — and I’d not wanted anything from any man. Despite all my fearlessness in battle, I’d been terrified of being hurt in love again.
But that had been a horrible misunderstanding. Kel loved me.
