He moves, and my brain cells scatter. Thrust far, far away. I’m just a mindless, primal beast now. Wailing in ecstasy and drooling onto the pillow.
He is so big he is putting exquisite pressure on my prostate. Each thrust feels like a small orgasm. Okay, a not-so-small orgasm.
I yell and I take it, and everything is bliss. This is heaven, it has to be.
Suddenly the room is spinning. My eyes open. I look down. Hex smirks up at me.
He has flipped us over. He is on his back on the bed, I’m straddling him, and still very much stuffed full of his cock.
His hands are at my hips, steadying me. We are motionless.
Absentmindedly, I wipe the drool from my chin with the back of my hand. I look down at my stomach. Holy crap, it looks like I did cum at some point, but I’m still hard. Very hard. Very ready to cum again.
I move. I roll my hips. Hex’s eyes glow brighter. He looks delighted. Proud. A little feral.
It’s making me even more aroused. Not that should even be possible, but apparently it is.
I surrender to my instincts and allow my body to find the rhythm it needs. My head falls back. My eyes flutter closed. I ride my shadow prince and it is glorious.
I cum hard. And long. My scream fills the room. My body contorts, spasms, and clenches.
Hex grunts. The bed moves. It floats up in the air. The curtains billow. The entire building creaks.
I slump. The bed crashes back down to the floor. The room spins as Hex flips us again.
Now I’m on my back and he is looming over me, his immense cock still stuffed inside me.
He rocks very gently. All of my oversensitive nerve endings spark. Every single last one of them. I whimper.
“You can give me one more, My Love,” he says.
My jaw falls open. There was that night with the four times, but there was a gap in between them. Admittedly, a small gap, but a gap nonetheless. Has he never heard of a refractory period? Maybe he hasn’t? He is a shadow being after all. Good lord, someone needs to teach him about refractory periods.
He moves again. Our eyes lock.
I open my mouth to give him a biology lesson. His cock slides very gently inside me. My prostate sends a fizzing sensation shooting through me. My cock stirs. Parts of my brain light up.
I close my mouth.
He continues to move gently. Softly. Carefully. It is very different from the fucking we were just doing. This is slow, languid. Sensual. He is more or less fully formed above me. Only a few shadows wisping and curling around his very solid body. I’ve never seen him so clearly.
His abs are incredible. Even his shoulders are exquisite. He has nipples, even darker than the rest of him, and oh god do I want to suck them.
His obsidian-dark hair is hanging down, swinging with his movements. It looks like silk. Soft and shiny.
I turn my head slightly and glimpse the corded muscles of his arms. I gulp and look back at his face.
Big mistake. I knew he was gorgeous. Ridiculously, unnecessarily attractive. But seeing him in this level of definition is not good for my sanity. Mortals are not meant to look upon the faces of angels. This has to be similar. I have to be breaking rules. Rules that hold reality together.
Hex smiles.
I blink. It’s not a smirk or a grin. It’s a very genuine smile. And his eyes are glowing intently. Very fixed on me.
I stare back at him.
Pleasure blooms and swirls. I can see it reflected in his eyes. We are bound by our shared joy. Our bodies merged together as one. Our souls combined. Our lovemaking has created something holy and profound.
I gasp as another orgasm rises out of me. Burning with the intensity of a wildfire. It consumes me utterly.
