A little more.
Her body started to move with his, lifting up to meet him. She was finding her rhythm. The wince was gone, and in its place was the same flushed, half-lidded expression she'd had after he'd finished pleasuring her with his mouth.
He let loose, just a little, and then a little more.
Ruvon still wasn't letting himself go all out the way his body craved because he couldn't. Arezoo was human, and he was an immortal, and he needed to be mindful of her fragility until she transitioned. But he allowed himself to move with more force than the careful shallow pumps he'd started with, and Arezoo responded by arching up into him and making sexy, encouraging sounds against his shoulder.
"Ruvon," she breathed.
"Yes?"
"I'm…again. I'm going to?—"
"Let it happen, sweetheart."
He felt her tighten around him, and the pressure of it pushed him to the edge of his own control, and he reached down with his free hand and gripped her hip and held her there as her body began to pulse around him.
She cried out. It was a real cry, an unselfconscious one, and her head went back, her neck arched up, and that was when he let himself go.
His own release came hard. He felt his fangs drop the rest of the way, and he didn't fight them this time. He bent his head, and his mouth found the soft place where her neck met her shoulder, the place he'd kissed a hundred times in the months they'd been engaged. He kissed the spot and licked it before sinking his fangs in.
Arezoo stiffened.
It was brief, just a small flinch of her registering two punctures, and then the venom hit her. He felt her go from rigid to liquid in the space of a single breath. She climaxed again, and again, harder, and then again.
He kept his mouth where it was. He stayed inside her. He held her through it.
She climaxed once more, and he felt the moment her body went soft underneath him in the deep, complete way that the venom produced. Her hands fell from his shoulders to the bedspread. Her breathing slowed into the long, even rhythm of the venom's deep float.
She was out.
She was soaring on the wings of euphoria, floating away to somewhere wonderful, and she would spend long hours there.
He couldn't wait for her to come back and tell him what she saw.
He withdrew his fangs gently, sealed the puncture marks with his tongue, and lifted his head. Her face was turned toward him, and her lips were parted and smiling.
"I love you," he whispered against her temple.
She didn't answer.
He stayed where he was for a long moment, holding his weight off her, just looking at her. Her dark hair was a mess across the pillow. Her cheeks were flushed. The pink rose petals from the bedspread had stuck to her shoulder and her hip, and one was caught in her hair.
He withdrew from her body slowly, gently, and she made a small, soft sound at the loss of him, but didn't wake.
He climbed off the bed and stood there for a moment, looking down at his sleeping bride. His body was still humming with the aftermath of his own release, and his fangs were retracting. He had the same slightly disoriented feeling he always had right after a bite. But underneath the haze was deep satisfaction.
He'd done it. He'd given Arezoo what he'd promised himself he would. He'd given her pleasure, and her first time would be something she would remember fondly for the rest of her very long life.
She was going to wake up in a few hours, floating on the residue of the best venom high an immortal male could give a female.
Ruvon padded into the bathroom.
The puddle on the floor was still there, and he stepped around it, crossed to the sink, and quickly cleaned himself up with a fresh cloth. He soaked two more cloths in warm water and wrung them out. On his way back to the bedroom, he stopped at the door and looked at her again, admiring the miracle of her.
His truelove mate.
He came back to bed and gently turned the cloth over the soft place between her thighs.
