It takes only four more strokes to cause a massive explosion inside me. My eyes lose focus. For a moment, I think they’re closed or have rolled back in their sockets. But Saxon holds my head in his hands, and his eyes guide me through the nearly unbearable rapture that would otherwise steal my sanity.
“You’re okay,” he mouths silently. Or perhaps he said the words aloud. But I can’t hear anything beyond the fiery blood pounding through my veins.
CHAPTER 48
Saxon
I’ve never felt as fulfilled as I am right now. I gaze deeply into Rosomon’s eyes, witnessing her intense pleasure as she submits to Zogar’s massive tool.
I’ve seen him fuck her before—he all but forced me to watch—but that time I was in shock and not locked into her eyes. I knew she felt pleasure but didn’t understand quite how much.
When he took her in that magical castle in Lymbo, I thought he might have cast a spell upon her, or cast one on Tynan and me. I thought it possible that he’d created yet another illusion to make us believe his thick tool was inside her, or a spell to make us believe her pain was pleasure. But there is no denying her pleasure right now. And now that I can feel the Darkness more easily, I’m certain no magic is involved in what he’s doing to her.
Watching her in such ecstasy fills me with joy. Tiny puffs of air drift from her opened lips, bathing my face every time she absorbs a hard thrust, and the impact of each drive is evident in her eyes too.
I’ve never seen eyes as expressive as Rosomon’s. And along with conveying her pleasure, her eyes are telling me, over and over, that she loves me. That, by some miracle, her love for me didn’t fade over the time we were parted. I can tell that she loves me, even if she’s yet to say the words aloud.
While in the Darkness, Rosomon witnessed many awe-inspiring things. Some she recounted, but others she held back. She blushed when she told me she’d met vampyres and glossed over an ordeal with a demon—simply telling me that the demon tricked her, that she’d been in danger, but Zogar had rescued her from harm.
Shaking now, Rosomon leans her forehead against mine, and the sounds coming from her lips are more like faint whimpers. She’s had enough. I’m just about to tell Zogar to stop, when he asks her if she’s ready to climax.
I answer for her, and she shatters in my arms, convulsing around Zogar’s still pounding cock. Her head snaps back and my gaze finds hers again. Looking into her eyes, I tell her over and over that she’s well. That she’ll survive the intense pleasure, even if it feels as if it’s stopped her heart.
I’m starting to fear that it might actually do that. But Zogar’s thrusts slow, his hips jerk, and he roars. I assume that he too has reached his peak.
He pulls out of her, and his seed spills down her thighs. I gather her into my arms. He helps us sit safely on the mossy ground next to the cliff, and I rock her gently as her hands grip my neck. Soon, her eyes drift closed, and her hands fall onto my chest. She’s asleep.
Zogar sits not far from us. “May I touch her?” he asks. The pain in his eyes is palpable.
“Of course,” I answer softly. She’shiswife, not mine, but I don’t see any need to remind him of that. “She’s not hurt, Zogar, just exhausted.”
He swipes stray hairs from her flushed cheeks, looking at her with so much adoration my own heart expands. Then he shifts his position to lean back against the cliff beside me.
“What happened to her in the Darkness?” I ask him softly, thinking of the scar on her belly, but watching her face to make sure she’s asleep.
He shakes his head. “A demon pretended to be me and threatened to rape her. In the most brutal way.”
My heart stutters.
“He made that scar on her belly to mark her.” Zogar’s eyes narrow and his face twists in anger, then pain. “I should have known better. I thought she was safe. I never should have left her alone.”
I just nod, because I can’t bring myself to make him feel better about leaving her alone. He was the one who told us that no human female was safe in the Darkness. “She mentioned some vampyre club?”
Zogar shakes his head, but a soft smile brushes his expression. “There, she surprised me.”
“How so?”
His fingers gently stroke her legs that are hanging over the side of my lap. “She’s so brave. So adventurous.”
I agree, but now I’m concerned. “What happened? Tell me.”
He looks lovingly down at her sleeping face. “I feared she’d be repulsed or scared by the things we saw in that club. Instead, she became aroused.”
My eyes widen. “Aroused? By what? By vampyres killing humans?”
Chuckling softly, he shakes his head. “No. Sexual things. I’ll let her share the details with you.”
I nod. That’s fair enough.
