I’m so close to the edge, and it’s so good, and I have a moment to think that this is how it always is between us—so achingly, piercingly good, like we’re on a precipice and always on the tip of something more—when Zan’s nail scrapes over my clit and I tip right over into orgasm.
It rolls through me in waves of pleasure, flushing my whole body with it, and I have the vague sensation of my magical aura spilling out with it too.
Zan never stops moving, and I don’t either, even when the waves begin to slow and I look down with him in wonder and awe and the knowledge that no moment will ever be like this for me again.
This is the moment we chose each other, forever, and Iloveit.
My muscles are tightening around him, spasming a little with aftershocks, and it’s only then that I realize that Zan hasn’t come yet.
His muscles are stark with tension.
He’s holding himself back. But why—
“Are you ready, Yora?” Zan growls at me.
Am I readynow?
More emphatically than I have ever answered this question yet, I snarl back, “You’d better godsdamned well believe I’m ready, you—”
Zan lifts me off him.
Idocry out at the feeling of him leaving me, bereft, and anyway who said I wantedthat, when he turns me in the air and commands in a hoarse voice, “On your knees then, Yora.”
Oh.
Oh.
That was... that was the warm-up?
Oh my gods.
How much sensation can I hold, indeed.
My aura pulses around me—at the challenge of him, at how much I want him totake me already, as I try to do what he’s asked.
We’re in water, though, and I hadn’t fully appreciated this, when I was the one on top, but, well... I float.
Zan strokes a finger up my slit from behind, and I grab the edge of the tub, looking back over my shoulder at him.
“It will be tighter at this angle,” Zan tells me, closing in between my knees. “Deeper.”
“Good,” I snarl.
He smiles faintly, a smirk that has me practically vibrating with need, and purrs, “Are you ready, Yora?”
“I have been ready for you forfive hundred years—”
Zan slams home in a single thrust, and I scream.
Before I can catch my breath, he does it again.
He was right. I thought before he was as deep as he could go, but this is deeper.
I love it.
I lovehim.
I want to take everything he can give me and dish it back out in spades, driving each other to new heights that we never could have imagined for ourselves on our own.
