I unzip my pants, freeing my cock. “Like this?” I tease her entrance with just the tip.
She writhes beneath me. “Yes. God, yes.”
“Not God, little fairy.” I push just an inch inside her, savoring her desperate moan. “Just me. Say my name.”
“Az.” She tries to pull me deeper, but I resist.
“Again.”
“Az, please!” Her nails dig into my forearms. “I need you to fuck me.”
That breaks my control. With one powerful thrust, I bury myself to the hilt inside her. Simone cries out, her back arching off the table.
“That's it,” I growl, establishing a punishing rhythm. “Take all of me.”
The table rocks beneath us, the remaining silverware clattering to the floor. Simone meets me thrust for thrust, her legs wrapped around my waist, her hands clinging to my shoulders.
“You're mine,” I tell her, my voice rough with possession. “Say it.”
“I'm yours,” she gasps, her inner walls clenching around me. “And you're mine.”
The claim startles me, but before I can process it, she's pulling me down for a kiss, her tongue tangling with mine as I drive into her relentlessly.
“Touch yourself,” I command against her lips. “Show me how you make yourself come when I'm not here.”
Her hand moves between us, fingers circling her clit as I fuck her. The sight nearly undoes me—her pleasure has become my greatest fucking addiction.
“That's it, little fairy. Show me what you need.” I adjust my angle, hitting that spot inside her that makes her cry out. “You're going to come on my cock, aren't you? Going to squeeze me so tight while you scream my name.”
Her movements grow erratic, her breathing choppy. “Az, I'm close?—”
“Let go.” I reach down, brushing her fingers aside to press firmly against her clit. “Come for me, Simone. Now.”
She shatters with a cry, her body convulsing around me. The rush of her pleasure feeds me, filling me with a euphoria no orgycould ever match. Still buried inside her, I find my own release, pouring myself into her with a guttural moan.
For several long moments, we stay locked together, our ragged breathing the only sound in the room. Gradually, I become aware of the wreckage around us—broken dishes, spilled wine, scattered food. I can't bring myself to care.
“Well,” Simone says finally, her voice throaty with satisfaction. “That was definitely meaningful.”
I laugh, genuinely laugh, and the sound echoes strangely in the dining room. When did I last laugh like this? Before the fall of Rome, certainly.
“Bath?” I suggest, carefully withdrawing from her body.
She sits up, wincing slightly. “That sounds perfect.”
I easily carry her to the master bathroom, where a massive tub waits, already filled with steaming water and orchids.
Simone raises an eyebrow. “You planned this?”
“I like to be thorough.” I help her out of her rumpled dress, then remove my own clothes. “Into the tub with you.”
She sinks into the water with a contented sigh, and I join her, positioning her between my legs with her back against my chest. For a while, we simply soak in comfortable silence. I reach for a sponge, gently washing her back, her shoulders, her arms.
“This is nice,” she murmurs, leaning into my touch.
“Being bathed by an ancient immortal being? I should think so.”
She laughs softly. “Not just that. This.” She gestures vaguely. “Us.”
