Zogar lies me down gently and then stretches out at my side, propping himself up on one elbow. His thick fingers softly stroke my face and slide deliciously around my ears and thread into my hair.
He looks deeply into my eyes. “The meaning of our vows has changed for me.”
Joy and love fill every last hidden space inside me, exploding out through a smile. I’ve never felt so full—not even when I’ve had his huge cock inside me. And speaking of that… Longing to see the impact of my touch in his eyes, I reach down to free it.
But he catches my wrist and shakes his head. “You’ve undergone a terrible ordeal. You need rest. But if you’ll allow it, I’d love the honor of holding you while you sleep.”
I stroke his face, and my breaths quicken. Everything inside me flips, and heat and dampness build between my legs. His words of love affected not only my heart, but also my cleft.
I need Zogar. I need him to stamp out the fears that Gabreal implanted inside me.
“Zogar, I want you to erase everything else that happened today. I need your body—your love—to crush every memory of that vile creature.”
“Are you certain?” He looks deeply into my eyes.
“Very certain.” I’m still anxious to get back to the Light, but even more anxious to mark this new chapter of our marriage. One where Zogar loves me.
The illusion of my gown disappears, replaced by my riding uniform. He’s made my physical clothes disappear using magic before. I part my lips to ask why he didn’t do that now, but as he starts to slowly undress me, I decide I don’t want to know.
I try to help, but he stills me, resting one hand on my shoulder and planting a kiss on my forehead. Not only am I grateful that he’s taking such tender care to undress me, it’s clear that he wants to do it himself.
I allow my bones and muscles to melt, as he slowly and luxuriously removes each piece of my clothing. His hands slide over each new section of uncovered skin, and his mouth follows, pressing gentle kisses and soft licks.
As more of me becomes exposed, his tongue traces the lines of my ribs, explores the button in the center of my belly, the hollow at the base of my throat, the pits under my arms.
And as he continues to remove my clothing, my relaxation deepens, and the nature of my desire transforms. Or rather the reason behind my desire transforms. I’m no longer desperate to feel Zogar inside me. I’m no longer frantic to have him stamp out my memories. Instead, I simplywanthim. I want to be close to him, to feel our deep and growing connection, to experience how love has changed our marriage and deepened our vows.
I tense.
His hands fly off my body. “This is too soon. You need more time?—”
“That’s not it.” My arm feels like lead as I pull his hand down to rest on my belly.
“What is it?” He looks into my eyes. “Tell me, my love. What’s wrong?”
“You said your feelings had changed our vows.”
He nods, then presses more tiny kisses over my chest, each one igniting new sparks inside me. I don’t want to ruin what’s happening, but I need to know.
When we wed, Zogar told me I was free to have lovers. Has that changed, now that love has entered our marriage? I can’t remember whether sexual fidelity was part of our vows, or whether it was something we discussed before… I only know it was said, and why it was said, and why it’s still very important to me.
“Saxon and Tynan.” My mouth has gone dry.
He traces his tongue along the side of my throat. “What about them?”
“Does this change—” I can’t even say the words. “I still—care for them both.” I feel so wrong saying this. So greedy. “How will our future look?”
Zogar looks deeply into my eyes. “I—” His words pause as his fingers stroke my cleft, sliding through my soft and sensitive skin with delicious ease that amplifies my desire.
“I can’t be certain about our future. But I am certain that I love you, that I will always love you, that I will always protect you.”
His fingers continue to stroke between my legs, and suddenly I don’t need to know his answer. Not right now. At this moment, there is only Zogar, there is only us. Even the beautiful world he created melts from my awareness, and he gently kisses and touches me, tenderly preparing me for penetration.
My hands luxuriously explore his hard body, until I’m floating on a cloud of joy, my fingers stroking his stiff cock, loving every moment as our hands exchange their own pledges of love.
When we landed here, time was the main thing on my mind, and yet I have no idea how much has passed when he thrusts his massive girth inside me.
Zogar not only fills me physically, he fills my every thought, my every need—and he fills every one of my heart’s desires.
