Heat unfurled inside of me. My power responded to his power like it was coming home to an old friend. Caressing, joining, and then surging together. I knew when Coen was getting close; the pain spikes reached new heights, and I almost thought it might be too much, but then my power and body responded, and I found myself unravelling one more time. Coen joined me less than a click later, his hands lifting me higher so that he could slide a few last times into me, before he let out a low groan and slowed his movements. His last caresses were softer, drawing out the pleasure for both of us.
My body felt raw and yet energised as well. In that moment, I didn’t feel like I’d lost any of my god power the previous sun-cycle. I felt strong.
When I collapsed against Coen’s chest, I mumbled something. I’d been trying to tell him that he almost killed me, but all that came out was a jumble of groans. His chuckle rocked my body as his chest lifted. “Come on, baby. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
When he lifted me, our bodies separated, and I groaned again. The sort of “Pain” he inflicted really should be renamed to a word that represented how freaking good it actually was. When the first steam of the shower room hit me, I dropped my head back, enjoying the heat surrounding me. Coen put me down so that we could clean up, but neither of us moved very far from each other. In fact, most of the cleaning of my body was done by him, and I very much enjoyed returning the favour.
The only problem was that it made me want him all over again, but there was no time. “Are we heading to the others now?” I asked, when we were dry and dressed again.
He nodded. “They’re waiting on the main level. They were only coming back down if there was an issue.”
I took it as a good sign that no one had interrupted us then, but I was still anxious to see they were fine with my own eyes.
