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There's no rush now. We have all the time in the world to explore this newfound intimacy between us.
With one last lingering kiss on her lips, I pull her against me, our bodies intertwining as we lay back on the bed. The soft moonlight filters through the curtains, casting an ethereal glow over the room and bathing us in its soft light.
My hands roam her body, pulling the dress down and off her until she is bare before me. Her fingers nimbly reach for my pants, deftly hooking her fingers over the edge and pulling them off with an urgency that mirrors my own.
Her skin is soft under my fingertips, a canvas of warmth and comfort. I trace patterns down her body, worshiping every inch of her as she arches into my touch, gasping softly at the sensation. Her hands find their way to my back, nails digging gently into my skin as she clings to me.
I capture her mouth once again, our lips moving in sync as we pour our hearts into the kiss. Before long, the desire becomes too much and I can’t stand the thought of waiting any longer to claim her.
Hanna must be mine.
“Kazrith,” she whispers against my lips. And that’s all the permission I need.
I position myself at her entrance and thrust slowly into her, our mutual moans filling the room as I fill her. The sensation is overwhelming, the feeling of her tight and warm around me. We move together in perfect harmony, each thrust a testament to our shared hunger.
Her fingers dig into my shoulders as she clings to me, her legs wrapping around my waist to pull me deeper into her. The rhythm between us intensifies as we chase our climax together.
We're moving as one now, locked in this intimate dance, lost in each other.
I can see the pleasure etched on her face, and perhaps a twinge of pain, feeling it radiating from every inch of her body—that pure, unadulterated satisfaction that only comes from being with someone who understands you, someone you connect with on a soul-deep level.
Her legs wrap around my waist drawing me deeper into her, silently begging for more. My hands grip her thighs, fingers digging in to anchor myself as I lose control under the overwhelming sensation of being inside her.
Her nails scrape down my back in response, sending shivers down my spine.
I slow down my pace, wanting to make this moment last. Our eyes lock, and I find myself drowning in their depths. The green in her eyes glistens with raw emotion, a beautiful mix of love and longing that stirs something profound within me.
With each subsequent thrust, our bodies move in a harmonious rhythm, establishing a cadence as old as time itself. Her breathy moans echo in my ears, intermingled with my own grunts of pleasure. It's raw and untamed, passion stripped down to its most primal form.
Soft sighs fill the room as we move together, her hands gripping my shoulders tightly, her nails digging into my skin as if holding on for dear life. Our bodies are slick with sweat, the heat generated by our joined bodies permeating the room and mingling with the moonlight filtering through the window.
I thought humans weren’t made to take demon cock, but Hanna is proving me wrong. She’s perfect for this. Her body was made to be mine.
"Hanna," I growl out, my words swallowed by her lips as she pulls me in for another kiss. It's equally heated and urgent, the softness of her lips against mine creating an exquisite contrast to the intensity of our movements.
Her legs wrap around me tighter, pulling me closer with every thrust. Her head tosses back onto the pillow, her chest heaving with each gasp of pleasure. The sight triggers something primal within me, a deep-rooted instinct that leaves me reeling and desperate for more.
I slow down eventually, savoring each moment as I watch her writhing beneath me. A blissful expression paints her face as she fights to steady her breathing, her fingers entwined with mine as she clings to reality.
The climax arrives like a storm, unrelenting and powerful in its wrath yet beautiful in its destruction. Her body stiffens beneath me as pleasure overwhelms her senses, a silent cry escaping from her lips. The sight of her surrender sends me over the edge, my own release echoing hers in its intensity.
As the echoes of our pleasure fade, we are left in silence. Her fingers gently trace circles on my back, her touch light and comforting against my sweat-drenched skin. I press a soft kiss to her forehead, the taste of her skin a potent reminder of the passion that moments ago shook the very foundations of our world.
“Are you okay?” I ask, pulling away just far enough to meet her gaze. The twinkle in her eyes reassures me before her words even form.
“I am... more than okay,” she replies, her voice barely audible.
I find myself chuckling at her response, relief washing over me.
The moonlight spills onto us through the window, casting long shadows that play over our intertwined forms. The air is peppered with the scent of us, musk and sweet flowers mingling together to form a fragrance that is uniquely ours.
She shifts underneath me suddenly, drawing my attention back to her. Her hands find mine as she gently pushes me onto my back, a playful smile dancing on her lips. She moves to straddle my waist, her hair cascading around her like a halo bathed in silver moonlight.
Her fingers trace an intimate path down my chest, sending shivers down my spine. It's tender and loving, a silent promise of things yet to come.
“I’d like more of what you just gave me,” she whispers.
My hands land on her waist, tightening my grip. I plan to make her wish a reality.
