“Never…” She sucks and licks, a mess of saliva, her tongue everywhere. I’m losing it, slowly broken down by how she worships me. “Your mouth is perfect.”
She practically purrs, her pussy clenching around my fingers,begging to be fucked. I can’t take it anymore, the pleasure too much. I guide myself back into her waiting mouth and take hold of her ear again, pulling her head down, not gentle at all. I can’t control my strength when I’m like this, feral for her.
It’s a blur. The way my body tenses. The overwhelming pressure from within. “Good girl. Swallow for me.” She sucks harder at the feel of my hot seed hitting the back of her throat, her eyes alight and ravenous, locked on me. My groans rival the rushing water on every wall. I rock my hips upward into her face, fucking those lips and stroking her ear. Until she swallows every last drop.
I shudder and pull out, flopping back onto the stone. I’m spent but nowhere near done. And she knows it. She crawls up next to me and collapses, shivering despite the billows of steam. She rests her head over my bicep, and her hand lands on my chest, her fingers tracing lightly, as if I were somebody she’d known forever.
I grab her waist, flip her on her back and climb on top. She yelps in surprise and laughs, and time freezes. The water stops falling around us. The steam stills. And it’s just her and me without past or future, not even Kelter.
She’s tiny under me, so godsdamn fragile. I could break her in an instant. But only her body. Because the rest of her? Rock-fucking-solid with determination, with unmatchable ferocity. She brings out every part of me I thought died with the death of my father, the death of my life as I knew it.
She bends her knees and plants her feet on the stone at my sides then opens her legs wider and wider for me, inviting me inside. Her tired arms reach up. Her hands wrap around my neck. Kelter’s impression on her chest—between us—is agonizing, but his pride and affection at the sight pours into me at the same time.
She picks her head up and peers down between our bodies. “You’re still hard.”
It helps that I’m a being created to last, with strength, stamina, speed and senses to rival those of the gods. “I’ve needed you too, more than you know.” I lift her legs and slowly push the head of my cock inside her ass, still slippery from the minerals in the spring water. She gasps and grabs my back, her fingernails puncturing my skin easier than a blade. Onlyshelowers every defense I have.
“Does it hurt?” I ask, though I felt her shock.
She closes her eyes through two deep breaths and opens them again with a flash of color. “Yes.” I start to pull away, but she grips my sides and holds me close, tears traveling down her cheeks. “Finally—finally—I can’t feel any other pain. Not in my head, my heart, my entire body. Only you, inside me.”
“The water will heal you while—”
She nods sloppily. “I feel it already, vibrating.”
Good. There’ll be time for a slow, deep fuck, for sucking her tits and kissing her until we’re breathless and drenched in sweat. But now? She wants to know I’m real…
“I intend to take you so hard that the feeling of me is imprinted on every beat of your heart, and you feel how real I am with every breath you take.” She’ll come so long and violently that she can’t possibly question her own existence.
I drive into her over and over with the same never-ending force in which my heart pounds for her. Her legs hug me. I take her tits in my hands and squeeze them as if my life depended on never letting go. My hips move at lightning speed. Her head rolls back and forth over the stone, her eyes drowsy with pleasure, tears spilling. Her moaning screams only make me plow harder into her, her ass so damn tight around me.
“Don’t ever stop,” she slurs, blinking up at me as if drugged, thoroughly intoxicated by the slamming of our bodies, the pain and the healing.
“Not until we’re real,” I assure her, my voice hardly capable of more than a grunt.
She cries, a combination of intense pleasure and emotional pain at once, gripping my heart and body in the same way. My groan is beyond my control as it leaves me. I clasp her tighter, knowing it’s too hard. Knowing I’m breaking skin, bruising, but I can’t stop. Even when I see the red drops materialize on her skin, when I smear them over her nipples and squeeze her wounds for more.
“Harder,” she pants.
And I’m pure savagery. Beast. Broken being.Real. And she has no idea how fully I belong to her. Our hips will be black and blue tomorrow, but still, I make her believe how real this is, how real we are. How infinite.
I grab her throat, shoving her jaw upward. Her back arches beautifully, pushing her chest up, half marked, half bare. I squeeze. “Tell me I’m real! Tell me you feel this!”
“You’re real!” she screams. “Okay? Every fucking inch of you is real!”
“And you?” I yell.
She sobs.
Beautiful tears. Of passion, not sadness.
Black blood oozes over my shoulders and drips down to her chest, mixing with hers as she rakes her fingers over me again and again. I bend and lick our blood from her chest, her nipples, her—
“She’s pretty damn real if you ask me.”
I turn toward the voice. “Who the fuck—”
But I know it well.
