“I love you too,” she mutters, lost in ecstasy, her pussy walls contracting and convulsing around my cock as if they’re trying desperately to milk it.
And I’ve held on for so long. I want this moment to last forever, but I have no more control, and I come deep inside her. That same ecstasy soars through my body, from the tips of my toes to the top of my head, all through my core and my chest, somewhere in my very soul too.
It’s the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had, and it seems to go on and on and on, every inch of my skin still tingling even as it starts to subside.
My shadows come roaring out of my body too, swooping and swerving and swirling around us in a wild torment of darkness. They brush against Briony’s skin, making her moan even harder. And I don’t beckon them back. I don’t force them inside me. I let them have their way for just a moment, feeling her skin through my magic, feeling hers tingle in response.
I never thought it could be this way, never dreamed it would be, never thought I’d have this moment in my life.
And I tell her – I tell her how precious she is, and how I will always love her.
Chapter Twenty
Briony
Thorne collapses down on top of me, his weight pinning me to the bed, his breath panting, and his shadows free from his grasp and spiraling all over my body and every inch of my skin. They’ve touched me before, crept close to me, but never ventured this close, never touched me like this. The sensation is a mixture of pleasure and pain, somewhere caught between a burn and a caress.
And I like it. I like it a lot.
Especially when those shadows explore every part of me, gliding all over me, drowning me in their embrace, and then coalescing between my legs. Thorne’s cock is still buried deep inside me. I’m sticky with his come, but his shadows find their way to my clit, and as they brush over me, I cry out. They’re hovering there, playing against me, and I’m rushing up toward another release.
“Oh stars,” I cry out as I come a second time, clinging to Thorne and lost in this strange sensation.
When the last aftershock of pleasure has ricocheted through my body, his shadows linger for a moment more and then race away back inside Thorne. I open my eyes and stare up into his dark gaze. There’s a little apprehension lingering on his brow, a little nervousness about the set of his mouth. I massage the back of his neck and kiss his lips – slowly, sloppily, lazily.
When I break away, he still looks a little unsure.
“What’s wrong?” I ask him, frowning myself now.
“Did you … was that …”
“Thorne,” I tell him. “It was so good. So,sogood.” I lay my hand against his rough cheek. “How was it for you?” I bite my lip. I know someone’s first time can be a bit weird – disappointing even when you’ve built it up or been waiting quite as long as Thorne has.
“Briony. That was incredible, utterly incredible. But foryou?” He doesn’t look like he believes me.
“It was utterly incredible as well.”
I kiss him again. And then we lie there, still clinging to one another, my legs wrapped around him and his flaccid cock still inside me. He’s big and heavy, pressing me deep into the mattress, but I love the feel of his body against mine.
“Do you like it that way then?” he asks me after I’ve kissed him again. “I know for some girls, they don’t like it.”
I lift a quizzical eyebrow at him.
“And how exactly do you know that?” I ask.
“Dray,” he tells me.
I giggle. “You talk about this stuff?”
“Have you met Dray? All he does is talk about you and pleasuring you.”
“I’m probably wired all wrong,” I tell him, “but I like it that way. I like it other ways too.”
“Like how?” he asks me. And I could be wrong, but I swear his cock is already stirring inside me. This conversation is turning him on.
“I like being on top,” I say. “In fact, I’d really like to ride your cock, Thorne.” He growls. “But I also like it on my hands and knees. I like it against the wall. I like it bent over the bed or a desk. Thorne, I think I’d do it any way you wanted – even if you asked me to stand on my head.”
He laughs. “Did I tell you you were incredible?”
