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“Daniel—I’m coming, oh,Daniel—”
From a distance, he heard his wolven cry out again, but he was too busy going into himself, measuring the crest of an orgasm as it intensified, feeling the sensations of pressure in his sack, hinging his lower spine so he could move faster and faster still. He was aware that his lungs were burning, but it was anticipation—
And fear.
Fucking please, he prayed. If he never asked for another thing in his life,ever, just let him come. He wanted to be in this moment once again with the woman he loved, to share the carnal so they could both go to the divine, to transcend the earthly suffering he had been wallowing in and fly, freely—
And that was when it happened.
Her sex contracted around his, pulling at him, milking him, and he had a moment of infinity, a suspension between everything that was so frantic, and hungry, and needy, and desperate—and the float that was on the other side of the rise.
He needed this like he needed the cure that wasn’t coming for him.
That he wasn’t going to get—
The first ejaculation racked him, whipping his body straight, every muscle in him seizing up—and then the next came. And the next—
He started crying.
As his body did what it had been built to do, as he filled his female up, he squeezed his eyes shut, buried his face in her fragrant neck, and let the life inside of him go into her. Was it joy? Yes. And sorrow, too.
But mostly… it was gratitude.
For one prayer finally being answered.
Underneath her man, Lydia dug her nails into Daniel’s back. The feeling of fullness, of completion, was overwhelming, and so was the release she was finding—and continued to find—because he was coming inside of her. And as he lowered his head into her, she smelled his tears and held on even tighter.
It was all so unexpected.
Closing her eyes, she arched up into his chest. She was naked except for her socks—because why bother with them—and he still had his hoodie on and the strings in front were digging into her breasts and she didn’t care in the slightest.
The union was everything in the whole world, the surging of his body into her own, the stretching sensation of his erection going deep, the way her thighs were spread open and he was between them and they were—
Her orgasm kept rolling, and she went with it, trying to record every single slide and penetration, the way he kicked in her, the gasping—hers, the moaning—his…
This was a gift she had never dared ask for because he had been enough for her, just the way he was.
When they finally stilled, Daniel rolled to the side and took her with him, and he hugged her close, his hand stroking down her spine and cupping her hip, locking them together like he didn’t want them ever to part. She knew how that felt.
He lifted his head and wiped his face. “Sorry I’m sloppy—”
Lydia smiled and kissed him, tasting the salt. “Never apologize. Especially not after that.”
They were still joined, and she moved her leg up a little higher so that the fit was even better. In response, he kissed her, stroking her lips with his own. Then kissed her even more deeply. As his tongue entered her, she sighed and gave herself up to the sensations.
After a little while, he eased back. “I don’t think I’ve got a second round in me. But considering thefirst was a shocking surprise, I’ll take what I was given and be grateful for it.”
“Well, I’m grateful for having been taken.”
He laughed. “Are you now.”
The good ol’ days, she thought. This was… like it had been.
The temptation to get lost in sadness vibrated under the bubble of her happiness, but she tamped the darkness down, praying that her will to hold it in place was strong enough.
She smiled into his eyes. Such beautiful eyes, she thought.
“You are quite a man,” she murmured.
