She cries out, her hips bucking. I hold her steady, my tongue delving deep, finding the sensitive bud and flicking it with a relentless, worshipping rhythm.
We move together in a tangle of limbs and breath. She sucks me, her mouth hot and tight, while I devour her. It is a loop ofsensation, a feedback of pleasure that blurs the lines between us. I can feel her pleasure spiking through our mating bond—a bright, white light that merges with my own dark heat.
"Imas!" she cries, her voice breaking. "I'm close... I'm so close..."
"Not yet," I growl, pulling away from her, pulling her off me. "I need to be inside you."
I flip her over, pressing her back into the mattress. I loom over her, my hair falling around my face. I look at her—flushed, panting, her lips swollen from my cock.
"You are everything," I tell her, my voice raw. "You are my breath. My blood. My soul. My heart."
I spread her legs wide, hooking them over my shoulders. She is open to me, completely exposed.
I position myself.
I push in.
"Oh god," she sobs, her head tossing back against the pillow. "Yes. Yes."
I sink deep, filling her, stretching her. The friction is exquisite. The velvet grip of her walls wraps around me, holding me, welcoming me home. The energy moving through the room is thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine drifting through the window, mixing with the heavy, primal musk of our sweat and the copper tang of arousal.
I begin to move.
It is a slow, deep rhythm at first. I withdraw until only the tip remains, teasing the swollen entrance, then drive back in, burying myself to the root. The sound of our bodies meeting is a wet, slick slap that echoes in the quiet house.
"Don’t close your eyes," I whisper, my voice rough. "I need to see them."
She opens her eyes. They are sapphire, shining with tears, the Purna blackness swirling at the edges like smoke.
"I love you," she says. "I love you, Imas."
"I love you," I vow, thrusting into her with more force. "I will love you until the sun burns out. Until the seas dry up."
I lean down, burying my face in her neck. I lick the sensitive skin behind her ear, listening to the hitch in her breath. My hand finds her breast, thumbing the nipple until it hardens against my palm.
"I want to fill you," I growl against her skin. "I want to leave a part of me inside you. A seed."
She gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders. "A child?"
The image explodes in my mind—a little girl running through the garden of this house. A child with charcoal skin and sapphire eyes. Half-human, half-elf. A bridge between our worlds. A life created not from pain, but from this.
"Yes," I say, the thought driving me wild. "A daughter with your eyes. But free. My god, Leora... imagine it."
The desire spikes, turning feral. I cannot stay lying down. I need more of her. I need to feel the full weight of her existence on me.
I sit up, dragging her with me. She wraps her legs around my waist, her arms locking around my neck. I adjust my grip on her hips, my fingers digging into her soft flesh.
"Hold on," I command.
I lift her.
I drive upward, impaling her from below. Gravity works with me, sinking me deeper than I have ever been, hitting the very gate of her womb.
"Imas!" she screams, her head throwing back in ecstasy.
I begin to bounce her. I lift her hips and slam her back down onto me. She rides me, her breasts moving with the rhythm, her hair a wild, dark halo around her face.
It is a violent, beautiful dance. I watch her face, twisted in pleasure. I watch her mouth open in a silent cry. I feel every ripple of her insides clutching at me, milking me.
